Chapter 23: The Serpent’s Kiss
(Blake’s POV)
My fists clenched so tightly I thought I might shatter the desk beneath my hands. The storm of anger inside me was suffocating. The humiliation, the laughter, this was all Lucian’s doing—I was sure of it.
“He set me up!” I snarled, pacing back and forth in my father’s ornate study. Each heavy step echoed in the luxurious room filled with dark wood furniture and the faint scent of aged leather. I could barely register the expensive surroundings. All I could focus on was the fury crawling under my skin.
Thirty-five thousand moonstones. Gone. Thrown away on that worthless sword.
Behind the desk, my father, James Storm, sat calmly, his expression cold and unimpressed. His aura pressed down on me like a suffocating weight. Even without sayi
