Return of the Marked
Diana’s POV
Packing for a supernatural confrontation wasn’t exactly a skill I had learned from childhood.
There was no “how to travel across the world to prevent a bloodline from collapsing” checklist. No guidebook. There is no manual for how to protect a growing life inside you while standing between curses, ghosts, and men who want to rewrite fate.
But I packed anyway.
Loose clothes. My grandmother’s charm necklace. A small dagger enchanted by one of Gina’s people. A book of ancient runes I still didn’t fully understand.
And the baby journal I’d started the night I suspected I was pregnant.
I ran my fingers over the leather cover as I zipped the bag. Cameron had just finished making arrangements for our flight. We were leaving before sunrise. Private jet. Smal
