Damien stood silently, his eyes fixed on Melissa who was still sitting on the cold floor, hugging herself, her tear-streaked face vacant with shock and disbelief. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he exhaled heavily, disappointment etched deep into his expression.
“You better start praying,” Damien said, his voice quiet but edged with warning. “Pray that Salena can calm him down. Otherwise… Alessandro Salvator will rise, and the storm he’ll bring into your life will terrify your soul, Melissa.”
Melissa looked up at him, her lips trembling, her eyes pleading for answers she didn’t even know how to form. She was broken, confused, and clearly had no idea how the situation spiraled to this point. But Damien had seen enough to understand the unspoken truth now—she had unknowingly pulle
