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SAL'S WARNING

Author: Neetah
last update publish date: 2026-09-25 18:25:52

We tell Sal everything the next morning, gathered around his hospital bed for what the doctors have finally agreed will be his last week there before he's allowed home.

He listens in silence, his face growing graver with every new revelation — Vittoria's release, the binding ritual, Elena Vane, Giulia's hidden bloodline, the full moon deadline drawing closer with each passing day.

"You're all insane," he says finally, when Matteo finishes. "You understand that. Every single one of you, walking
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  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    SAL'S WARNING

    We tell Sal everything the next morning, gathered around his hospital bed for what the doctors have finally agreed will be his last week there before he's allowed home.He listens in silence, his face growing graver with every new revelation — Vittoria's release, the binding ritual, Elena Vane, Giulia's hidden bloodline, the full moon deadline drawing closer with each passing day."You're all insane," he says finally, when Matteo finishes. "You understand that. Every single one of you, walking willingly toward something none of you understand, based on the words of a woman who's spent fifty-eight years lying for a living.""We don't have another option," I say. "Matteo's name is already written. If we do nothing—""If you do nothing, you buy time," Sal snaps, more forceful than I've heard him since before the shooting. "Time to actually understand what you're agreeing to, instead of racing toward a ritual because a full moon happens to be convenient.""Sal—""No, listen to me." He str

  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    GIULIA'S TRUTH

    I find her in the kitchen again, three nights later, exactly where I always seem to find her when something's wrong."You've been avoiding me," I say, sitting across from her without waiting for an invitation.Giulia doesn't look up from the bread dough she's kneading, though her hands slow noticeably. "I've been busy. This house doesn't run itself, especially not with half the family still recovering.""Giulia.""Elena, please.""I saw you at the window," I say quietly. "Two nights ago, when we came back from the churchyard. You looked like you'd seen a ghost."Her hands are finally still completely. Flour dusts her wrists, and for a long moment she just stares down at the dough like it might offer her an escape route if she looks hard enough."I have something to tell you," she says finally, her voice small. "I should have told you weeks ago. I've been a coward about it, and I'm sorry."My stomach tightens. "Tell me now."She wipes her hands on her apron, sits down across from me, a

  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    THE OTHER NAME

    I stare at the words until they blur.*Elena Vane.*"That's not possible," I whisper, though I've said that sentence so many times in the past week it barely means anything anymore. "My parents were Marchetti. My whole life, in both lifetimes, I've been a Marchetti.""Your father may have believed that too," Vittoria says quietly, stepping closer, studying the ink with something almost like fascination. "Blood doesn't always follow the name a person carries, Elena. It follows the line it actually came from.""Explain it," Matteo says, his voice tight, his hand not leaving mine. "Now. All of it."Vittoria's eyes move to Cassia, a silent question passing between two women who, until tonight, considered each other enemies across two centuries of buried history."There's only one way this makes sense," Cassia says slowly, working through it out loud. "If somewhere back along your father's line, a Vane married into the Marchetti family and the connection was hidden. Deliberately, probably.

  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    THE PRICE OF ASKING

    Nobody speaks for a long moment. The wind keeps turning the pages of the little book on its own, faster now, like something inside it is growing impatient with all of us."No," Dante says finally, stepping fully into the churchyard, putting himself between Vittoria and the rest of us. "Absolutely not. We are not discussing rituals with the woman who ordered Elena's murder.""I understand your anger," Vittoria says calmly. "I don't expect it to fade quickly. But anger won't save Matteo if the pattern repeats itself the way it has every generation before this one.""You don't get to use fear as leverage," Matteo says, his voice shaking with barely controlled fury. "Not after everything. Not after Renzo. Not after Isabella nearly died in that dining hall because of you.""I'm not asking you to forgive me," Vittoria says. "I'm asking you to survive."Cassia, who has been silent since Vittoria mentioned her mother, finally looks up. Her eyes are red, but her voice comes out steady. "How do

  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    WHAT THE LEDGER TOOK

    For one long, terrible second, nobody moves.Vittoria stands in the chapel doorway like she's simply stepped out for evening air, not like a woman who was led away in handcuffs three nights ago, in front of her entire family, in front of the police, in front of everyone."That's not possible," I whisper. "You're supposed to be in custody.""I was," Vittoria says calmly, stepping down into the churchyard, moonlight sliding pale across her face. "For approximately six hours. Then a very old friend of mine reminded certain people at the station that favors, once given, are meant to be remembered.""You bribed your way out," Matteo says, disbelief and fury warring in his voice."I persuaded my way out," Vittoria corrects. "There's a difference, though I don't expect either of you to appreciate it tonight."Cassia hasn't moved from the bench, her whole body rigid, the small leather book still clutched tight in both hands. "You shouldn't be able to find this place," she says, her voice unst

  • THE REBIRTH OF ELENA    THE NIGHT BEFORE MIDNIGHT

    None of us sleep.We ride back to the estate in silence, the graveyard names still burning behind my eyes every time I close them. Elena Vane. Matteo Vane. Taken too soon.I keep turning the words over, trying to make them mean something less frightening, and failing every single time."We should tell Dante everything," Isabella says, the moment we're inside. "All of it. The graves. What the priest said. What Cassia admitted before she stopped herself.""He'll want to come with us tomorrow night," Matteo says."Good," Isabella says fiercely. "He should.""She said come alone, or bring Elena." Matteo rubs his eyes, exhausted. "I don't know what happens if we show up with half the family standing behind us.""Then we don't tell him where," I say slowly. "We tell him everything else. Just not the exact place, not the exact hour. If something happens to us tomorrow night, someone in this family needs to know the truth. Someone needs to keep looking, even if we can't."The room goes quiet.

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