Kieran’s grip on the letter tightened as the weight of the words sank in. His entire life, he had believed he was just another noble son, useful only for political alliances and maintaining the family name. But now, it seemed there was something far more dangerous hidden within his lineage—something worth killing for.

Julian’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to get out of here. If they’re after you, we don’t have time to waste.”

Valen smirked, swirling his wine lazily. “Oh, you’ll have time. Because running won’t save you—not until you know what you’re running from.”

Kieran turned to him sharply. “Then tell me.”

Valen leaned forward, amusement flickering in his emerald gaze. “You’re no ordinary noble, Kieran. Your family’s bloodline isn’t just rich—it’s powerful. And I don’t mean in the political sense.”

Julian frowned. “What are you saying?”

Valen tapped the side of his glass. “Your ancestors were part of an ancient order—one that wielded influence beyond mere wealth and alliances. Their power was something… unnatural. And it seems you’ve inherited more than just a title.”

Kieran felt a chill creep up his spine. “That’s impossible.”

Valen chuckled. “Is it? Think about it, Kieran. Have you never felt different? Never questioned why you survived things that should’ve killed you? Why fate always seems to put you exactly where you need to be?”

Kieran’s mind flashed to moments in his past—narrow escapes, wounds that healed too quickly, an uncanny ability to sense danger before it struck. He had always dismissed them as luck or instinct. But now…

Julian stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “If what you’re saying is true, then that means whoever is after him… they want more than just his death.”

Valen inclined his head. “They want what runs through his veins. And trust me, they won’t stop until they have it.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. Julian exhaled sharply, turning to Kieran. “Then we need to find out exactly who you are before they do.”

Kieran nodded, determination setting in. He had spent his life running from expectations, from duty. But now, he wasn’t running away—he was running toward the truth.

And whatever awaited him in the shadows, he would be ready.

To be continued...