Roxanne had woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. Even Hestia and Zolekh bringing her breakfast in bed didn't seem to help her mood. The lack of actions had led to a call to Holwen to coax it out of her.
Once Holwen arrived, Loman and Cain saw it fit to follow; I mean 3 of their sister's mates is good for their bonding but not good for the 2/3rd of the triplets imaginations. They did not want to feel nauseous entering their own triplet's room.
Roxanne stared at the last page of Kitty's file until the text blurred.
The spider key, the missing alloy, the mole theory — all of it churned in her head like a storm she couldn't outrun.
The room was quiet now.
Holwen had guided everyone out gently, giving her space. Hestia left snacks. Rolkan left what was definitely wine disguised as tea. Zolekh left sharpened knives—not metaphorically, literally—"just in case." Abel had mumbled something about setting up perimeter alerts.
Her brothers had gone back home at her insistence, though not without multiple death-threat-infused hugs.
Finally alone, Roxanne let herself fall back onto her bed, laptop still warm on her stomach.
The Black family didn't have enemies.
They had legends — stories whispered through the underworld, warnings wrapped as rumours.
But this?
A stolen artifact.
A syndicate resurfacing.
A mole hiding among them.
This was more than another business feud.
This was a declaration of war.
Her phone buzzed again.
This time: Arlet.
Of course.
She answered. "Yes?"
"Young miss," came the butler's calm voice, "your father requests your presence in the family study."
Roxanne closed her eyes. "Now?"
"If possible."
If Arlet ever said "if possible," what he meant was: get down here before your father begins pacing holes into the carpet.
"On my way," she sighed.
Aurum stood over three projected screens, each showing different security maps of the estate. Grandpa Black sat with a glass of warm tea, cane leaning against his leg.
The moment Roxanne entered, her father gestured her over. He immediately hugged her again after the morning while she just patted his back.
"I had a feeling you didn't just stay over at Holwen's for no reason. You love your bed too much for that...and so I did a little checking" Aurum gave her a pointed look after breaking the hug while from the corner of her eyes she could see Grandpa Black smirking.
"you're a genius, but you're not the only one my child" his elderly voice rang out as he gestured her gaze to the open monitor showing the security footage of her lab from last night. She looked pretty badass while taking all those men down was her first thought. Oh Fuck, was the next.
"We'll lecture you on lying to us about this later but we found something you might want to know"
He swiped to the photo.
a faint detail glimmered in the dark —
A ring. Silver. Carved with a spiral and three dots.
Roxanne inhaled sharply. "Oh no."
Loman blinked. "What?"
"That ring," she whispered, "belongs to the Vesper Oracle."
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The lazy genius has 5 mates
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