The next morning, the Reign estate buzzed with quiet tension.
Serena sat on the edge of the bed, boots laced, bag packed, the weight of the revelations still heavy in her chest.
Dominic entered without knocking, as if her space had always belonged to him.
“You ready?” he asked.
“I’ve never been less ready in my life,” she replied honestly, standing up. “But I have no choice, do I?”
He smiled faintly, tossing her a small blade with a blackened hilt. “You always have a choice. This one just happens to come with ancient blood magic and death threats.”
She snorted. “How comforting.”
They flew to their packs in one of Dominic’s private jets. His estate, which was once Serena’s maternal home, sat buried in the outskirts of the abandoned Moonridge district, hidden under layers of legal re
