Shadows of Blood
Diana’s POV
The sun filtered through the curtains soft and golden. Too gentle for how I felt inside.
I lay on my side, eyes open, watching dust float through the light like tiny ghosts. Sleep hadn’t come easy. My body had rested yes. But my mind… never stopped.
It kept replaying everything.
Michael’s scream.
Cameron’s blood.
The silence of the bond when he disappeared.
The fire in my hands.
I reached for my wrist and traced the faint glowing rune that still hadn’t faded. The magic had changed me. Not just in battle but permanently.
I wasn’t the same girl who dreamed about fairy tale weddings and happy endings.
I wasn’t Clarissa.
I wasn’t Flora.
It was Diana.
And now I had to figure out what that truly meant.
A knock at my door broke through the haze.
I sat
