Chapter 33

The atmosphere in the Blake manor was thick with tension. Every family member present was gathered in the cavernous living room, huddled together in uneasy silence as fear etched deep lines into their faces.

The lavish space that was usually a showcase of wealth and power with its crystal chandeliers and priceless artwork, now felt more like a cage.

Dozens of men with sharp black suits and earpieces surrounded the manor like guards, taking up positions around it with their weapons clenched in their hands.

Their eyes constantly scanned for threats, ready to neutralize any danger that dared to breach the front door without hesitation.

The heavy oak doors carved with the Blake family crest might as well have been an impenetrable vault for all the good it would do them now.

They had received credible intel from one of their most trusted sources that the master of chaos himself – the notorious Zavian Blackthorn – was coming for them. And when Zavian Blacktho