“Highwyrm Hold…”
The moment those two words left Lucian Graves’ mouth, Iris Walker’s face drained of all color.
It wasn’t just pale—it was deathly white, as if every trace of blood had been sucked straight out of her veins. Her pupils shrank violently, her lips trembled, and for a brief second, she looked as though she might collapse where she stood.
What made it worse was that Lucian Graves hadn’t bothered to lower his voice.
He hadn’t whispered.
He hadn’t concealed it.
He had announced it clearly and loudly.
Which meant that Iris Walker wasn’t the only one who heard him.
The entire Walker family heard it.
Blaze Cross heard it.
Even the surrounding guests and onlookers caught every single syllable.
“Did he just say… Highwyrm Hold?”
“Are you kidding me? That legendary estate?”
“So
