The heavy silence that followed Dominic Mylod's entrance was shattered by the collective gasp of the Flynn family. Leo Flynn and Auntie Carvel stood frozen, their eyes wide as they processed the sheer audacity of their son-in-law. For three years, they had known him as the quiet, subservient shadow in their home—a man who accepted insults with the same passivity as he accepted cold leftovers. But the man standing in the doorway now, silhouetted by the sharp morning sun of Duskhaven City, carried an aura of such lethal authority that the very air in the grand hall seemed to vibrate.
Nanny Flynn was the first to recover, her face contorting into a mask of purple-veined fury. She slammed her palm onto the antique mahogany table, the decorative tea sets rattling in their saucers. "You! You ar
