Chapter 68 – Final Blood Pact
****Isabelle’s POV****
The wind in the old warehouse was sharp, whistling through broken panes of glass like a restless ghost. Dust drifted in the air, catching on the weak light from the single bulb swinging overhead. The place smelled of rust and oil, faintly metallic, as though the walls themselves remembered every drop of blood spilled here over the decades.
My boots crunched over grit as I stepped forward. The blade in my hand felt heavier than it should have—not from the steel itself, but from the weight of what I’d decided to do. The air was cold enough to bite my skin, but my palms were hot, sweating despite the chill. My heartbeat was a steady thud in my ears.
Dante stood at the far end of the room, in the shadow just beyond the reach of the bulb’
