Chapter 21 The Mother's Curse

• Rain struck the windows of Blackwood Mansion like tapping fingers;persistent, cold and unrelenting. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if the house itself was holding its breath.
• Elena stood in the center of Damian’s private study. The room was shadows, polished wood, and quiet menace. A fireplace glowed low, casting orange light across Damian’s sharp profile,his expression carved from stone.
• He sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes unreadable.