Isabella
You don’t get to pick when your heart breaks, but watching Rosalia fight a losing battle against a woman with our mother’s eyes, her glow blinding and a new journal pulsing with the bloodline’s power, is tearing me apart. I’m pinned on the melting tundra, Luca’s knife at my throat, my blood pooling as Rosalia’s glow flickers, her body trembling from the strain of claiming what’s hers.
The citadel’s throne looms in the portal, its pulse syncing with the woman’s journal, and her voice, “The bloodline’s sealed,” cuts like ice. Angelo’s slumped, his breaths fading, and Elena’s down, her fight gone. The silver wolf’s charge broke Moretti’s talisman, but it’s still, Vincezio’s eyes dim.
Camila’s glow is faint, her betrayal raw, and Lila’s journal dims, her “sister” claim fading. Th
