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Chapter 58 – The Journal

Auteur: Kristina Angels
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Eva’s POV

The moment Sonia bursts into the grand hall, it’s like a storm followed her in. Her hair is tangled with wind, cheeks flushed, boots leaving muddy prints on the stone floor. Her eyes, wide with something between fear and revelation, lock on mine.

She clutches a leather-bound book against her chest—its spine cracked, corners frayed, and a faint red glow pulsing from its cover like a slow heartbeat.

Theo had been trying to relax. He was sitting near the cold hearth, his legs stretched out, one hand absentmindedly combing through his hair while Aries faded back beneath the surface. But when Sonia stumbles in, breathless, he’s on his feet in seconds.

“I found something,” she pants, holding the book out like a weapon, though she doesn’t let go. “It called me. It… bled me.”

I take a step forward, cautious. “You’re bleeding?”

She turns her palm upward. A small crescent wound glistens in the firelight—delicate but real.

“It bit me,” she repeats, her voice steadier now.
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