Rosalia
Have you ever woken up in a nightmare and realize it’s not a dream, just your life? I’m sprawled on a battlefield of bones, my body aching like I’ve been hit by a truck, the bloodline’s glow gone, leaving me hollow. A clawed, glowing hand just yanked me through a portal, and that ancient male voice, “The bloodline is sealed,” is still ringing in my ears. Angelo’s bleeding out somewhere behind me, his scream echoing from the stone hall.
Isabella’s fighting, chained wolves howling, and Rizzo’s talisman is glowing, his claim on me a noose tightening. Camila’s betrayal burns, her glow searing my memory, and Andre’s got the journal, its runes alive with my family’s power. Trust is a myth, betrayal’s my mirror, and I’m one choice from losing it all.
The battlefield’s endless, bones c
