Alessia’s POVThe iron gate hissed as it slid shut behind us and we climbed a final set of rotted wooden stairs that led into the back of a small, crumbling chapel in the heart of Trastevere, and the air inside was thick with the scent of old incense and damp stone that felt like a relief after the suffocating smell of the catacombs. Lucien helped me lay Matteo down on a dusty velvet pew and the boy was barely conscious at this point, so I immediately pulled the glass vial of the Master Strain from my pocket and looked at the golden liquid while my hands shook with a fear I couldn't quite push down. The chapel was dark except for the moonlight filtering through the cracked stained-glass windows and I could hear the distant sound of military sirens out on the Roman streets, and I knew that if I didn't do this right now then Matteo wasn't going to make it to sunrise."Are you sure about the dosage because we only have one shot at this and if it’s too much for his heart then we’re just
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