A Blackwood Heiress Bows To No One

anced my way as I ent

onths of my previous life, was already h

ée, eager to please, ready to bind the Blackwo

e knew, the Rory he

fe, his face grim, his men falling around hi

ied to warn me in his own quiet way, b

for my

ora Blackwood, heiress to the formidable Blackwood

s turne

-satisfied look, already

not towards Caleb, b

ackwood cerem

ian blade

clear and strong, ringing through the silent

"Jax Ryder, will you sign the Founders' Compact wit

e gasp fill

ished, replaced by

lly stoic face showing a r

t imperceptible nod

ke the dagger, Cal

blustered, stepping forward. "Our families a

ooking pale and artless, rushing to Caleb

und her. "It' s nothing, Lila.

lare that any talk of a forced alliance with Aurora Blackwood

r, as if daring anyo

will marry, the on

liate me, to paint me

e was playing ri

unshed tears. "Oh, Caleb," she whispere

y. "Caleb, you fool!" he hissed, hi

e with a thoughtful expressio

Caleb' s

ax, my gaze s

ngers brushing mine. A small shock, lik

of the Founders' Compact, a document rarely i

Aurora Blackwood

his, his script f

o

across his face. He probably thought he was finally free of me

ila. "See? It

loser. "You're

urysm. "You have ruined us, boy!" he seethed at C