Chapter 9: The Purge
The following Monday morning felt different.
The air in the Blackwood territory was heavy. It was charged with static electricity. It was the kind of atmosphere that preceded a violent storm or a revolution.
I sat at the kitchen table in the cottage. My laptop was open. A mug of black coffee sat steaming beside it.
Leo was at school. I had tripled the security detail. Dorian was personally shadowing him today. I had told the school administration that any unauthorized visitors would result in an immediate lawsuit and a permanent closure of the facility. They had taken the threat seriously.
I was not worried about Leo today. I was worried about the man on my screen.
I was on a video call with my forensic accountant in New York.
"You were right," the accountant sa
