Riven's POVI've killed men in worse places than Blackwood. But I don't think I've ever hated a place this fast.
It's all money and old stone and portraits of dead Alphas who thought a lot of themselves. And every wall of it watched her get smaller for seven years and did nothing. I can feel it on the pack. They all knew. They all let it happen. Everybody is polite, and underneath the polite, rotten.
I want to burn it down. I don't, obviously. She wouldn't thank me for it.
That's the trouble with wanting a woman like Sora. You can't fix things for her. She won't let you.
I watch her carry all of it alone.
The digging through old records. The dead husband who keeps circling back like he's owed something. The old dragon in the main house sitting on her past like a hoard. She takes it one
