C49 CHAPTER 49

Nathaniel Blackwood walked around the shadowy room, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Chasing power had been his thing, his addiction, but now, alone with his thoughts, he couldn't deny the sting of loneliness that stabbed at him. His journey to the top had cost him dearly—his personal life was a desert, devoid of any genuine connection or relationship.

He paused by the window