Alessandra’s Misinterpretation.
Antonio's private study was a darkly lit room that smelled of dust and old parchment, remnants of secrets hidden deep inside the DeVargas Pack's history. Alessandra's fingers skimmed over the rows of old books that lined the shelves as she moved with deliberate precision. As she stared at a lone, unmarked scroll nestled between the stacks of political treaties, the fire flickered, creating long shadows.
She was drawn to it for some reason.
The thin parchment crackled beneath her fingers as she drew it free. Her eyes widened as she slowly unfolded it, taking in the complex symbols and looping script, some of which had faded over time. A foretelling. Her breath caught. The markings were similar to those she had seen in Antonio's private notes, allusions to
