Diana’s POV
I loved my parents more than anything in this twisted, blood-soaked world. And I would scorch it to ash to protect them.
That love was my armor.
Because if I let fear coil around me like a noose, I’d become prey. Not just to Kelvin, but to every beast that roamed Ashmoor Academy wearing a human face and a smile sharp enough to draw blood.
I’d promised Eva I wouldn’t return to that cursed school. And at the time, I meant it.
But after Kelvin left? Everything changed. The voice Eva heard was the echo of a weaker girl. That was the old Diana, meek, soft-spoken, foolish.
She was dead now.
I was going back to Ashmoor.
I would face Kelvin.
And I would conquer every damn shadow that dared breathe in my direction.
The room around me was still soaked in silence, thick as fog.
