ELDRIC'S POINT OF VIEW.

I stared at the huge Ravenscroft crest on the wall in my study, created with pure gold, and the family’s signature jewels: black opal and alexandrite. The damn thing stared back at me, reminding me of my status each time I glanced at it.

I hate the damn thing.

The lion on it, the name, everything about this place makes my blood boil. I clutched the ice pack in my hands harder, placing it on my cheeks. That bastard packed a punch, I’ll give him that.

I swirled the ...