I broke the seal and scanned the page. The legal language blurred, so I searched for the lines in Elara's precise handwriting. She had marked two final articles herself.
Lorenzo read them aloud. “It is my final wish to be cremated. My ashes are to be scattered in the untamed wilds of the north, where no Romano has ever set foot.”
He continued, “I refuse interment in the family mausoleum.”
He paused at the last line.
“And in this life, and all that may follow, I wish to never meet Kaelen Romano again.”
“No.” I tore the page from his hand. “No!”
I tore the will into quarters. The pieces landed among her contingency plans before I grabbed Lorenzo by the collar.
“She is mine! In life and in death, she belongs to me! I forbid this! Do you hear me? I FORBID IT!”
I ordered the engineers t
