Isabella
You don’t get to choose when your family shatters, but watching Rosalia crumple under a boy’s searing glow, with our father’s lifeless body staining the tundra, is breaking me. I’m pinned by Moretti’s wolves, my blood pooling, as Luca’s knife hovers over me, his eyes cold with betrayal. Rosalia’s glow is gone, the bloodline’s power a faint pulse in her, as the boy, with her eyes, steps from a portal of stars, his voice, “The bloodline’s broken,” echoing like a curse. Angelo’s slumped, his breaths shallow, and Elena’s fighting, her strength fading.
Camila’s glow flickers, her betrayal a raw wound, and Rizzo’s talisman is dim, his claim on Rosalia fading. The man with Vincezio’s eyes is down, his talisman cracked, and the citadel’s gates loom in the portal, a throne pulsing withi
