The Bloodline Betrayal Hidden Beneath the Cold Foundations of My Empire
*I am in position. Do not sign.*
I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the glass.
Daniel leaned in, his eyes scanning the image.
“Who is that?” he whispered.
“I don’t know,” I said.
But the warning was clear.
“Do not sign.”
Before I could reply, a loud static hiss cut through the damp air of the cellar.
The wall-mounted intercom speaker above the heavy steel door buzzed.
“Adrian,” Caleb’s voice echoed, cold and metallic.
I stepped away from the shaft, my hand dropping to my side.
“I know you’re down there,” Caleb said.
“And I know you have Clara.”
I looked at Clara, who was shivering against Nora’s shoulder.
Lila clung to Nora’s skirt, her small fingers clutching the silver pendant around her neck.
It was a thick, heart-shaped locket Elena had given her for her birthday.
I pressed the talk button on the wall.
“What do you want, Caleb?” I asked.
A low chuckle came through the speaker.
“Let’s make a deal,” Caleb said.
“I have Marcus.”
My chest tightened.
“He is a stubborn man, Adrian,” Caleb continued.