Rosalia
You ever scream so hard your soul feels like it’s tearing? That’s me, watching Dad collapse on the frozen tundra, his blood staining the ice, Luca’s knife buried in his chest. My glow’s gone, the bloodline’s power a faint pulse in my chest as a new woman, young, with Elena’s face, steps from a portal of stars, her glow blinding, her voice, “The bloodline’s bound,” echoing like a death knell.
Angelo’s slumped in the ash, barely breathing, his eyes pleading. Isabella’s pinned by Moretti’s wolves, her screams mixing with mine, and Elena’s fighting, her strength fading. Rizzo’s talisman glows, his claim on me a chain, and the man with Dad’s eyes, his glow surging, stands over us, the citadel’s spires looming in the portal. Camila’s betrayal burns, her glow dim but alive, and Andre’s
