Raisel’s POV

We stood there—four of us—staring at the screen in stunned silence.

My eyes blinked, struggling to process the words. The will... the property hadn’t been left to Soren. Or any Dalton. It had been left to me.

Me? Why?

Mr. Beau never liked me. I could feel the questions spiral in my chest, one after another, tightening like a vice.

“This poses a problem,” Jace said grimly.

“Davina will come after Raisel,” Fiora added, her voice low with worry. “She’ll try ...