Calla’s POV
“The Veil of Blood and Legacy”
The mountains around Zurich wore a crown of silence, broken only by the occasional rush of wind slicing through the evergreens. The Bell family estate nestled high on the cliffs—part fortress, part mausoleum—was colder than any building Calla had ever stepped into, not in temperature, but in spirit.
She stood at the threshold of the stone-walled archive chamber, her fingers grazing the key Cassian had placed in her palm hours ago. Her thoughts moved faster than her heartbeat—each one a jagged cut, slicing through layers of identity, inheritance, and trust.
Calla Everhart.
That name, once scrubbed from every database, now followed her like a shadow. The birth certificate they uncovered in Zurich had redrawn the map of her life. And Cassian...
