The hidden presence in the museum archives had shaken them both. Theo’s protective instincts had surged, and Sofia’s bloodline had once again drawn danger from the shadows. After escaping unseen, Theo brought her back to the Montenegro estate, where she was restless and volatile. The night wasn’t done with them yet—because the moon had more to reveal.
Sofia
The moon was high, silver, full, watching.
Theo stopped just outside his bedroom and exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair. “I need air,” he muttered.
He stepped out onto the balcony.
For a moment I hesitated… but then followed. Something in his posture—tense shoulders, hunched spine, fists clenched—called me to him more than the moon ever could.
Cold night wind brushed past us. Below, the Montenegro gardens spread in p
