The stranger's voice cut through the room like a knife. "Your Kane bloodline is not what you think. It is cursed with stolen power, and every one of you carries the mark of a thief."
Nora froze in her chair. Her hands gripped the edge of the old wooden table until her knuckles turned white. Blake stood right beside her, his jaw tight. Drew paced near the window, eyes locked on the tall man in the dark coat who had shown up uninvited at their family home.
"What do you mean, stolen power?" Blake demanded. His words came out sharp and fast. "We have protected this family for years. You come in here and drop this bomb?"
The stranger leaned forward, his eyes steady. "I mean exactly that. Your ancestors took gifts that never belonged to them. The true lines run through other families, ones yo
