Elena’s POVI stared at the bloody silk on the floor, then turned to Nico."Wait," I said.He paused with his hand on the bathroom doorknob. "What is it?""The wedding," I whispered. "We don't cancel it."Nico frowned. "You just said we are planning a war.""The wedding is the war, Nico." I stepped closer. "If we stop, they win. They want us to be afraid, they want us to hide."Nico studied my face. "It will be a trap, Elena. Everyone will be there. My father won't stop trying to kill you.""I don’t care," I said. My voice was steady. "We do it on the exact same day, at the exact same church. We make them watch us take the throne."Nico’s eyes brightened. He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. "You are crazy. And you are perfect."I put on a clean black shirt and sweatpants. We walked out of the bedroom into the home office.Matteo, Dante, Sloane, and Bianca waited for us.The room felt heavy with grief. Dante sat in a chair, staring blankly at the floor, he looked completely broken.
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