Kapitel 213: Head on a platter

Meanwhile back at Astoria, Blackthorn mansion loomed in silence, its grand halls lacking the bustle of servants and maids.

Lord Blackthorn sat in his couch, his eyes closed as he laid there in silence.

The sudden click of heels on marble broke the stillness. A lady strode towards the mansion, her emerald gown rustling softly with each step.

She paused at the threshold, her gaze sweeping across the empty chamber. The door was left open with no one coming or walking out. A frown creased her brow as she noted the unusual absence of staff.

'Where is everyone?' she wondered, her lips pressed into a thin line.

As her eyes fell upon Lord Blackthorn, she couldn't help but recoil slightly. His usual air of superiority had given way to something far more sinister. As he opened his eyes, a malevolent glint shone in them, and his lips were twisted into a sneer that sent a chill down her spine.