"I'm not crying over them..." I said, wiping my cheeks, my voice almost airy. "I'm just... happy. I'm finally free."Marco pulled me closer, hand warm on my back. "You still have me."And right then, I swear—I felt like the luckiest girl alive.***That night, the Morellos pulled strings to sneak Dario into a restricted museum exhibit—the one with the princess's remains from Rosanico, some long-forgotten kingdom.Serena trailed behind, bundled in a coat. The place was freezing, dim, and dead silent. In the center stood a glass coffin, the corpse inside dried up and ancient.Remembering Marco's words, Dario dropped to his knees and started mumbling, "I'm sorry. Our ancestors screwed up. Please forgive us..."Before he could finish, a sharp pain ripped through his lower body.He went pale, drenched in sweat. "Serena, get me water."She didn't move. Curled under a blanket in the corner, she didn't even look at him. "This place is creepy, Dario. Too much dead energy. Get it yourse
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