#Chapter 246: Jewel of the Crown

Logan I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the little silver key in the palm of my hand. “I should just go and do it,” I whispered, more to myself than to my wolf. “Get it over with, right?” “What’s the worst that could happen?” my wolf added. “It’s a vault. It’s probably just money.” Just money. When my mother had suddenly died, my father had suddenly become very wealthy. I didn’t know whether it was that he took money from her that I didn’t know she had or that he doubled down on his illegal dealings, but I always assumed it was the latter. We had, after all, not lived a fabulously wealthy lifestyle before then. My mother owned a little shop to help us make ends meet, and our house hadn’t been fancy. Surely she didn’t have much to leave behind when she passed—or rather, as she had implied in her letter, when my father had killed her. But now, after reading the implications in that letter and receiving the key, I was beginning to think differently. Maybe there