STEFAN MONTESSORI
I sold my soul for his blood!
The shadows felt different tonight.
Like they knew what I came for…
Like they’d been waiting.
I stood at the mouth of the ravine, the same one I swore I’d never return to. The place reeked of burned herbs, dried blood, and something older… something rotten under the skin of the world.
I didn’t hesitate this time.
I descended the craggy slope like I belonged there, like I’d always belonged. No guards. No blades. Just the weight of decision clawing at my spine.
The sentry looked at me with wide, pale eyes. “I didn't think you'd return.”
“I always finish what I start.”
“I should have known.” He nodded slowly and stepped aside.
The air inside was thick with smoke and whispers, like the place was alive and breathing beside my ear. The
