REED’S POV
The living room felt heavier than usual. The dim light from the overhead chandelier did little to illuminate the tension in the air. Callum was pacing, his boots scuffing against the wooden floor, while Asher leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his ever-present frown deeper than usual. Malcolm sat stiffly in the armchair, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the armrest. I stood near the window, staring out into the darkness, trying to gather my thoughts as the weight of the missing silver blade pressed down on me.
It was Callum who broke the silence, his voice sharp and clipped. “The blade is really gone.”
I turned to face him, my brows furrowing. “We’re all aware of that, Callum. The real question is—who took it?”
Malcolm shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face
