## Liam's Perspective
I stared at Clara's outstretched hands, her pale fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. The weight of her offer hung between us.
"No," I said firmly, pulling back. "I can't do this."
Clara's face fell. "But Liam, this could help you break through! We need you at full strength to face Dashiell!"
I stood up, creating distance between us. "Not like this. There are lines I won't cross."
"I told you, it's not what you're thinking," she protested. "It's just energy transfer!"
"Even so." My voice softened as I saw tears forming in her eyes. "Clara, you're sixteen. And my heart belongs only to Isabelle."
She looked down, her shoulders slumping. "I just wanted to help."
"I know." I knelt to et her gaze. "And I appreciate that more than I can say. But I'll find another way."
"What if there isn't one?" she whispered.
I touched her shoulder gently. "Then I fight with what I have. But I won't compromise who I am in the process."
Clara wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "You really love her that much?"
"More than anything."
She nodded slowly, accepting my decision. "What will you do about Dashiell?"
"Face him," I said simply. "And make him regret ever threatening Isabelle."
"He's killed a Martial Marquis," Clara reminded .
"I'm aware." I stood up again. "But I've faced worse odds before."
Clara studied my face. "You're not afraid?"
"Terrified," I admitted with a half-smile. "But that won't stop ."
A knock at the door interrupted us. Eamon pushed it open, his expression grim.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk," he said. "I've received news from Veridia City."
My heart clenched. "Is Isabelle—"
"She's fine, as far as I know," Eamon reassured . "But there's movent at the Ashworth estate. Unusual activity. My contacts report Corbin has summoned the family's elite guards."
"When do we leave?" I asked imdiately.
Eamon raised an eyebrow. "We?"
"You're not coming with ," I stated firmly.
"Like hell I'm not," he shot back. "You're walking into a death trap, Liam."
"Exactly. And I won't drag anyone else down with ."
Eamon crossed his arms. "This isn't a debate. I'm coming. Soone needs to watch your back."
I wanted to argue further but recognized the stubborn set of his jaw. "Fine. We leave at dawn."
---
The journey to Veridia City took less than a day with our enhanced speed. We traveled in tense silence, each lost in our thoughts.
As the sprawling cityscape ca into view, Eamon finally spoke. "What's your plan when we get there?"
"Find Isabelle," I replied. "Make sure she's safe."
"And after that?"
I shrugged. "Improvise."
Eamon snorted. "Wonderful strategy."
"Got a better one?"
He didn't respond.
We entered the city through a less-guarded gate, avoiding the main thoroughfares. The wedding preparations were evident everywhere – banners bearing the Blackthorne and Ashworth crests hung from buildings, and street vendors hawked commorative trinkets.
"The circus is in full swing," Eamon muttered as we passed a rchant selling painted portraits of the "happy couple."
I clenched my fists but kept walking. "I'm heading to the Ashworth estate. You should find lodging and lay low."
"Splitting up is suicide," Eamon protested.
"I move faster alone," I insisted. "I'll contact you once I've assessed the situation."
Before he could argue further, I slipped into an alley and vanished, using the Shadow Step technique to move unseen between buildings. Eamon wouldn't be happy, but he'd understand. This was my fight.
---
anwhile, at the Ashworth estate, another confrontation was unfolding.
An older man in simple traveler's clothes approached the main gate, his stride purposeful despite his apparent age. The guards straightened as he drew near.
"State your business," one demanded.
"I'm here to see Corbin Ashworth," the man replied calmly.
The guards exchanged glances. Sothing about the visitor's commanding presence unsettled them.
"Your na?" the second guard asked.
"Tell him..." the visitor paused, "an old friend has returned."
The guards hesitated, then one nodded to another who disappeared inside. Minutes later, the ssenger returned, looking pale.
"Seize him," he whispered urgently. "Master Corbin's orders."
Before the visitor could react, six more guards erged from concealed positions. They surrounded him, weapons drawn.
"What is the aning of this?" the man demanded, his voice carrying an authority that made several guards falter.
"You'll co with us, sir," the lead guard stated, though his voice trembled slightly. "Master Corbin wants to see you personally."
The man's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "Lead the way."
They escorted him through lavish gardens to a private courtyard where Corbin Ashworth stood waiting, hands clasped behind his back. When the visitor was brought before him, Corbin dismissed the guards with a wave.
"Leave us," he ordered. "But stay within earshot."
Once alone, Corbin studied his visitor, a complex mixture of emotions playing across his features.
"I never expected to see you again," he finally said. "Especially not in this... form."
The visitor t his gaze steadily. "Hello, son."
Corbin's jaw tightened. "Don't call that. You may have taken a new body, but you're not fooling anyone... Father."
Michael Ashworth – or rather, his consciousness in another body – showed no reaction to being recognized. "Perceptive as always, Corbin."
"Did you think you could simply walk back in here?" Corbin asked incredulously. "After everything that's happened?"
"This is my ho," Michael stated simply.
Corbin laughed, a harsh sound devoid of humor. "Not anymore. Things have changed while you've been away."
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"So I see." Michael glanced around the courtyard. "Where's Isabelle?"
"Safe," Corbin replied curtly. "Being prepared for her wedding."
"To the Blackthorne boy?" Michael's voice hardened. "Against her will?"
"For the good of the family," Corbin countered. "Sothing you used to understand."
Michael took a step forward, making Corbin instinctively back up. Even in a different body, his father's presence remained intimidating.
"The Ashworth family doesn't sacrifice its children for political gain," Michael said coldly.
"Tis change." Corbin regained his composure. "As do families. The question is what to do with you now."
"I'm here to see my granddaughter."
"That's not happening." Corbin's voice was final. "Here's what will happen instead. You'll be given comfortable quarters – under guard, of course. You'll remain there until I decide what's best for the family's interests."
Michael's eyes flashed dangerously. "You're putting under house arrest? In my own ho?"
"Consider it protective custody," Corbin replied smoothly. "Unless you'd prefer less comfortable arrangents?"
The threat hung in the air between them.
Michael studied his son as if seeing him truly for the first ti. "What happened to you, Corbin? This isn't the son I raised."
"I grew up," Corbin snapped. "I learned that sentint has no place in power. You taught that the Ashworth legacy was everything – then you threw it all away for that girl."
"Isabelle is your niece," Michael reminded him sharply.
"She's a tool," Corbin corrected. "Like everything and everyone else. That's the lesson you failed to learn."
Michael shook his head slowly. "You've beco the very thing we always stood against."
"I've beco what I needed to be!" Corbin's composure finally cracked. "The sole heir to the Ashworth na. No competitors, no challenges. Just ."
"And you'd eliminate anyone who stands in your way?" Michael asked quietly. "Even your own father?"
Corbin's silence was answer enough.
"You have a choice, Father," he finally said. "Accept my hospitality, or face the consequences."
Michael straightened, his borrowed body sohow seeming to grow in stature. "You don't have what it takes to threaten . If you really have the heart, just do it."
Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, father and son locked in a confrontation that would ultimately destroy one of them.
Outside the estate walls, invisible in the shadows, I watched the guards' unusual movents and felt a chill of foreboding. Sothing was very wrong at the Ashworth estate. And Isabelle was caught in the middle of it.
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