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Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Seven
The villa in Granada was supposed to be a sanctuary. Luca’s men had swept every room, stationed guards along the perimeter, and tripled security. But by midnight, the silence was too loud, and Amara felt more exposed than ever.She sat by the large window in the guest chamber, her knees tucked under her robe, staring at the velvet sky. The desert wind kissed the hills in a ghost’s lullaby, and yet her blood simmered. Milo Nero’s words haunted her."Your mother wasn’t taken. She chose to stay."A lie. It had to be. Isabel Varela wouldn’t have abandoned her daughter. Wouldn’t have watched their cartel fall into ruin without a fight. But then again, Milo’s tone hadn’t held triumph—it held pity.Behind her, the door creaked open.She didn’t need to turn to know it was Luca.His presence always filled a room like smoke. Dark. Claustrophobic. Inescapable.“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly, stepping inside.“Not with devils in the walls,” she murmured. “Or in my bed.”Luca chuckled, but there w
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Six
The air in Granada was laced with ghosts.Amara stood on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, staring at the quiet alleyway below. The night had settled thick and hot, pressing against her skin like sweat. Far below, the lanterns of the old quarter flickered with a kind of ancient sorrow—like the city itself remembered the blood spilt on its cobbled streets.Her heart pounded in her chest.She hadn’t slept since discovering the underground prison beneath Milo Nero’s estate. Since she’d seen the woman locked behind the rusted bars. The woman with her eyes.Isabel.Her mother.Alive.But hollow.Amara had only been allowed a glance before Milo’s guards pulled her away, warning that anything more would require... negotiation.She clenched her fists at the memory. He’d baited her—dangled Isabel in front of her like meat before a starving wolf.And now Luca was coming.She didn’t know if that terrified her more than it comforted her.A soft voice behind her broke her thoughts.“You’ve barely m
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Five
The vineyards of Sicily were drowning in golden light, but Luca Moretti saw only blood.He stood at the edge of his family’s estate, staring across the endless rows of Nero d’Avola vines, hands clenched behind his back, jaw locked. The wind stirred the edges of his navy shirt, whispering secrets he didn’t want to hear.Amara had gone to Granada. Alone. To meet Milo fucking Nero, and now she was silent.It had been eighteen hours since her last message. Three lines of cold truth:I found him, I found the truth, we need to talk.Each syllable clawed at his control. He wanted to scream. Wanted to board the jet and hunt her down himself.But he waited.Because to follow her now, without understanding, without power, would be playing directly into Milo’s hands. And Luca never played without knowing the game.Behind him, footsteps approached. Steady. Familiar.Sergio.“Boss,” his consigliere said quietly. “The council is waiting.”Luca didn’t turn. “Tell them to wait longer.”Sergio hesitat
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Four
The heat of Granada clung to Amara like a second skin. Dry, stinging, and relentless, it bled through her black dress, absorbing the desert sun as though it craved fire. She stood outside the crumbling hacienda on the edge of the Alhambra’s ruins—where the past whispered through cracked mosaics and vine-choked fountains. This was Milo Nero’s estate, the last known location of her mother, Isabel Varela. Her pulse thundered beneath her ribs. Inside, answers waited. And monsters. “I don’t like this,” Matteo muttered behind her, fingers twitching near his belt. “Let me go in first.” Amara didn’t move. “He asked for me. Alone.” “He’s a cartel ghost, Amara. Worse than Luca.” His voice dipped, wary. “Promise me you’ll scream if you need me.” She gave a faint smile. “If I scream, it’s already too late.” Then she stepped through the rust-stained doors. — The interior reeked of dust, blood, and sandalwood. Dim light poured through latticed windows, scattering shadows across the tiles.
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Three
The villa was a fortress carved from fire and stone. Cordoba lay beneath a haze of dusk, the sun dipping behind the olive trees like it knew what blood would be spilled before morning. Santiago Cruz's estate stretched across the valley like a wound — walled, guarded, vicious.Amara walked through the gates with nothing but a steel ring on her finger and hell in her eyes. She came alone.Because wolves did not need packs to rip throats out.At the front doors, four guards met her. Eyes cold. Guns visible.One stepped forward. “Secor Cruz —”“Knows I'm coming,” Amara said.He faltered.She held out her hand. “Check me.”They patted her down — rough mechanical. She didn't flinch. Let them touch. Let them think she was vulnerable. They didn't find the small blade under her tongue.Or the poison ring on her middle finger.Or the silent fury in her veins.Once cleared, the gates parted like a mouth opening to devour.She stepped inside. The main hall was obsidian and gold.Like somethin
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty-Two
Cristina de León bled in silence.They strapped her to a steel chair in the basement beneath the Varela villa — the same ine Isabel used to use for interrogations. Amara sat across from her. Calm. Dressed in a silk-blqck blouse and high-waisted slacks, not a hair out of place. The storm raged outside, but in this room, nothing moved unless Amara said it could. Luca leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes burning into Cristina with the kind of focus that said one word would end her.Cristina, however, wasn't afraid.She looked at Amara like she was still ten years old.“I used to hold you,”she said with a thin smile. “You were always too quiet. Too still. Even then, you were already a Varela.”Amara’s voice was frost. “You don't get to use that name.”“I was loyal to your mother.”“Tou sold her to the Serpent Syndicate.”Cristina’s gave didn't waver. “No. I hid her from them. You think she vanished without a plan? She knew it was coming. The moment Dante tried to bind you to
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