e Goodw

he mahogany-paneled conference roo

ith an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. Beside him sat Ruby, dressed in

e us the drama, Joseline. Sign the transfer of the Goodwin Estate and the studio keys.

e a woman alone. How are you going to manage an antique studio without capi

the official marriage certificate bearing the fresh, embossed seal of the st

echoed lik

irk instantly curdling into a grotesque

egistered this morning at eight o'clock. As of today, the condition of my grandfather's will is satisfied in full. The

hands on the table. "Who the hell is Cyril Sweeney?!

dripping with cold disdain. "He earns his own living and has a spotless record. Unl

let. "Josie, that

to Arthur. "Mr. Vance, I assume the handover

e violation, hastily pushed the real documents toward me. "Yes,

Ruby. Before she could open her venomous mouth again, I steppe

AC

ith a gasp, clutchin

ch either of you near my studio or my new home, I won't just s

I met my best friend, Dara Ortega, downstairs. She practi

dom stranger from a graveyard!" Dara

the woods," I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. "It's the ultimate busines

Sweene

the Astra Sanctorum, the air

bowed so low their foreheads brushed the cold stone floor. Evertt Sw

"A mortal woman? A purifier's descendant? If the High Tribunal in Europe

tt's chest, sending him crashing into the stone pillar fifty

r through the cavernous chamber. "Joseline Goodwin is your Lady. Every resource of this coven-every shad

is, my boots clicking rhyt

anyone so much as bares a fang within five miles of her studio, or if any of you let s

. "Her uncle, Arthur Goodwin, has already contacted a bl

ator finds a flawless FAA record. And as for Arthur Goodwin... find ever