"There was a ceremony."Ivan spread papers on the table. Old. Yellow. Fragile.Celeste leaned closer. "What ceremony?""A binding. Between two families. Your mother's and Damien's." Ivan pointed at a faded photo. "This was the night it happened."The photo showed two people by a fire. Her mother. Young. Beautiful. Next to a man who looked like Marcus."When was this?""Twenty-six years ago. Before you were born."Celeste picked up the photo. Her hands shook. "What did they do?""They made a pact. Written in blood. Signed by witnesses from both families."Ivan handed her a document. The ink was red. Dark.She read it slowly.*We bind these families through union. Isabella Rossi to Marcus DeLuca. Their child will end the war. Unite both houses. Bring peace.*"They were supposed to marry?""Yes. Arranged when they were teenagers.""What happened?""They fell in love. Real love. Not arranged."Celeste looked up. "That should be good.""No. Love makes people do selfish things.""Like what?
"Who else knows?"Celeste looked at Vera, her mother's old friend.Vera poured tea with steady hands. "About you and Damien? Or Marcus?""Both.""Very few. Your mother kept it close.""The Belmonts," Celeste said. "My mother called them the real enemy."Vera's face darkened. "They've manipulated both families for decades. Creating conflict. Keeping the war alive.""Why?""Control. Power. Money. As long as the families fight, the Belmonts profit. They own weapons companies, security firms, and half the underground market."Celeste felt sick. "So my sister's death, the attacks—all because of them?""Most of it.""Is my mother alive?"Vera went quiet."Tell me.""I don't know, child. She disappeared six months ago. Said she was going after the Belmonts.""Where?""The Alps. The Belmonts have an estate there. Very secure.""Take me there.""That's a death sentence. Your mother had training, connections, resources. You don't.""I have motivation.""Motivation gets you killed. The Belmonts
"You knew."Celeste stood in the doorway. Rain dripped from her coat.Damien turned from the window. His face went pale. "Celeste—""Don't lie anymore."He stepped closer. She stepped back."How long have you known who I am?"His jaw got tight. "I suspected it from the beginning."The room spun. She grabbed the door frame."So everything was a lie.""No." He grabbed her arms. "That's not true."She pulled away. "Then what is?"He ran his hand through his hair. "My father showed me your photo when I was twelve. You were eight. He said you were important. That I needed to protect you."She felt sick."So you've been watching me my whole life? Like a job?""At first, yes." He looked at her. "But then I met you. Really met you. Everything changed.""I do not believe you.""After I began having real emotions for you, I prayed you weren't who I thought. I wanted you to be normal. Just Celeste. Not the heir. Just you."She wiped her face. "But I'm a weapon. A tool.""You're more than that."
"You have 72 hours to decide."Rylan stood in my house doorway. How he got beyond my locks, I failed to know. But there he was. Calm as anything."Get out," I said."Not until we talk.""We talked already. In Geneva.""That was different. This is business."I backed away from him. My hand moved towards the drawer in which I stored a knife."Do not," Rylan said. "i'm not right here to harm you.""Then why are you right here?""To save your life."He walked into my dwelling room like he owned it. Sat down on my couch."Damien's family wants you dead," he said."You're lying.""Am I? Check your messages."I looked at my phone. Three missed calls from unknown numbers. Two voice mails."Play them," Rylan said.The first message was hard to hear. Someone talking fast. But I caught a few words. "Target confirmed. Moving tonight."The second was clearer. A woman's voice. "The girl knows too much. Clean it up."My blood went cold."Who are these people?" I asked."Damien's aunts. His cousins.
"I swear on my life i'll defend you."Damien's phrases hung in the air among us. We stood outside the safe house. A grey building that gave the impression of each other building on the block."Your guarantees don't suggest plenty right now," I stated."This one does.""Why should I believe you?""Due to the fact I am about to lose everything for you.”He pulled out his phone. Showed me a text message. It was from his father."Come home now or you're useless to us."I stared on the display screen. "when did you get this?""Ten mins in the past.""What are you going to do?""I'm here with you. this is my solution.”A car drove past. Too slow. Too quiet. We both noticed."We should go inside," Damien said.The safe house was small. One room. A bed. A table. Two chairs. Everything looked old and used.Damien went to a corner. Pulled up a loose floorboard. Took out a metal box."This is it," he said. "Your mom's letter."My fingers shook after I took the box. It become heavier than I conce
"Get in the car."Damien stood by a black sedan. His face looked hard. Mad. Like he wanted to break something.I didn't move from the hotel steps. "No.""Celeste. Get in the damn car.""You lied to me.""We need to talk.""We just did. Back there with Rylan."He walked closer. His eyes looked wild. "That man wants you dead. You know that, right?""Maybe I should be dead."Damien stopped. His face went white. "Don't say that.""Why not? I'm just some lab rat. Something they made.""You're not a thing."I laughed. It sounded ugly. "Right. I'm a person. With real feelings. Real choices. Except none of it's real.""Your feelings are real.""How do you know? Maybe they programmed those too."A car drove past. The street was getting busy. People walking to work. Normal people with normal lives. Not me."Let's go somewhere private," Damien said."Where? Your place? So you can write another report?"He looked like I hit him. "I stopped writing reports.""When?""Two years ago.""Why?"He beca