The Voice Between Them
263 Words
Damian hadn’t slept.
The sigil on his palm pulsed like a second heartbeat, louder now, erratic. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aria, her face twisted in shadow, her voice echoing words she’d never spoken.
“You were always meant to be the offering.”
He jolted awake, breath ragged. The visions were getting stronger. More vivid. More cruel.
He tried to shake them off, but the doubt lingered. Had Aria known all along? Had she inherited more than blood, had she inherited intent?
Meanwhile, Aria stood in the greenhouse, staring at the vines that had begun to bloom unnaturally. The journal lay open beside her, but the words had changed.
“Damian cannot be trusted.”
She blinked. That line hadn’t been there before.
The ink bled across the page, forming new sentences.
“He will sacrifice you to save himself.”
Her chest tightened. She stepped back, heart pounding. Was this her mother’s voice or something else?
The entity was speaking to both of them now. Twisting memory. Warping truth.
When they met again in the chapel, the air between them was brittle.
“You saw something,” Aria said.
“So did you,” Damian replied.
They stared at each other, uncertain, afraid.
Then, together, they spoke the words Father Mikel had taught them. The sigil flared. The talisman burned.
And the entity screamed.
It had tried to divide them.
But it had underestimated what pain could build.
They stood side by side as the shadows writhed.
“You don’t get to choose our ending,” Aria whispered
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