Rosalia
You ever hit a point where you’re so done with betrayals that a new one just feels like Tuesday? I’m sprawled on a burning city’s rubble, my glow flickering like a dying candle, the bloodline’s power tearing me apart as Dad collapses, free from the altar’s chains, his whispered “Fight” echoing in my skull. A new woman, older, with my eyes, steps from a portal of stars, her glow blinding, claiming the bloodline like it’s her birthright. Luca’s knife is inches from Angelo’s heart, Isabella’s pinned by Camila’s searing glow, and Elena’s fighting Moretti’s wolves, her strength fading. Andre’s ash-swirling power is fading, the journal gone, but his betrayal lingers, and the altar’s runes are alive, blood flowing from where Dad was chained. Trust is a lie, betrayal’s my pulse, and I’m o
