Ink and Blood
Cameron’s POV
I hadn’t been inside my father’s old study in years.
The room smelled like dust-dried leather and memory. The walls were lined with tomes no one had touched in a decade and the fireplace still bore the burn marks from the last time the Bloom family had tried to raid our estate. I hadn’t wanted to return here.
But today I didn’t have a choice.
On the desk sat a thin envelope with a black wax seal, and no return address. It had been hand delivered not by post but by one of the shadow walkers who used to work under my father’s private guard. Men who swore loyalty in blood and vanished when he died.
They were ghosts now.
But someone had summoned one of them to deliver this.
I turned the envelope in my hand and then broke the seal with a quiet c***k. Inside w
