(Maria POV)
The moon was heavy that night.
Not bright. Not full.
Just heavy, like it had soaked in the weight of ancient blood and now watched from the heavens, silent and complicit.
“Are you sure?” Luca put a hand on Maria’s shoulder as if he wanted to stop her. She turned towards him and gave her a forced smile.
“I need your trust and love, not your doubts. It’s already hard … Please don’t make it more difficult for me.” There was a plea in her tone, so he pressed his lips to her forehead.
“Always, Love. We will be your strength, not weakness, no matter what happens. We will follow you to the end of the world and back,” She looked towards Joseph, who pulled her in a hug and gave her all the comfort and assurance she needed at the moment. She turned towards the circle and removed
