All Chapters of To Bleed For You: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"If we enter through the main historical gates under the Basilica, Silas will sense the spatial displacement instantly," Francesca explained, her finger tracing a dense web of overlapping ink lines that mapped the ancient underbelly of Florence. But your ancestor left a weakness in the masonry, Maya. These are the hidden drainage conduits from the 15th century. They run directly beneath the Arno River and cut straight into the lower bedrock of the vault.Maya leaned over the map, her eyes widening as she recognized the geometric symmetry. The layout perfectly matched the underlying patterns of the Florentine Covenants sketch back in Julian's study. "They're completely unmapped by modern city planners," Maya noted."And completely hidden from supernatural tracking," Francesca added. "The stone blocks lining these tunnels were treated with specific minerals to mask human presence. We can sneak an entire strike team right under Silas's feet." Synchronizing the StoneWhile Maya ana

The heavy, suffocating weight that had hung over Florence for centuries dissolved into the cool morning air as the team finally emerged from the underground conduits. The transports were waiting at the edge of the Arno River, their engines idling quietly in the pre-dawn mist. The journey back was a blur of exhaustion, adrenaline fading into a profound, bone-deep relief. For the first time in months, no one was looking over their shoulder. No one was scanning the shadows for Silas’s trackers. A Quiet Sanctuary Two weeks later, the damp stone and blood-soaked metal of the Italian catacombs felt like a distant memory. Maya stood in the quiet warmth of Julian’s study, watching the morning sun stream through the tall glass windows. It was the very room where this desperate journey had begun, but the atmosphere had completely changed. The oppressive tension that used to grip the house was entirely gone, replaced by the peaceful rustle of trees outside and the scent of fresh coffee. Jul

Thalia wasn't interested in being a ghost from the past anymore. With Elena gone, she made a silent promise to herself to finally pursue the girl she had loved from afar, determined to bring the color back into Maya's world—even if she had to do it one brush stroke at a time. A Quiet Resurgence The scent of garlic and fresh rosemary was the first thing that penetrated the heavy fog of Maya’s bedroom. For months, the house had smelled of dust and stagnant air, but today, a stubborn warmth drifted up the stairs. A soft knock sounded before the door creaked open. Thalia stepped inside, carrying a small bowl of chicken noodle soup and a slice of toasted bread. She didn't look at Maya with the crushing pity Julian usually wore, nor the clinical concern of Vivienne. She just smiled, her bright hazel eyes anchoring Maya to the present. Everything about Thalia radiated life. She brought a sunny, unyielding heat into the room that stood in sharp contrast to the memory of Elena.

As the days bled into weeks, the crushing weight in Maya’s chest began to shift. The constant, intrusive thoughts of Elena—the vivid memories of her striking silver blades and her beautiful, unreadable gaze—gradually faded into the background. It wasn't a sudden forgetting, but rather a slow, natural replacement. Every single hour that would have been spent drowning in the quiet misery of the house was now occupied by Thalia. Thalia became an unstoppable force of life in Maya's routine. She would drag Maya out to the sunlit meadows, force her to help wash her muddy bicycle, or sit on the studio floor gossiping about people they hadn't seen since middle school. Where Elena had left behind a frozen void of endless questions, Thalia brought concrete, laughing answers. Maya found her mind wandering less to the dark catacombs of Florence and more to the warm, bright presence right in front of her. For the first time in months, Maya went an entire afternoon without looking at h

Thalia could see that the heavy, frozen atmosphere of the house was slowly dragging Maya back down into the dark. The conversations with Julian, the empty rooms, and the lingering scent of Elena were like weights tied to Maya’s ankles. Determined to break the cycle, Thalia arrived at the doorstep early on a Saturday morning, her motorcycle engine humming with energy and a spare helmet slung over her arm. "No arguments today," Thalia said with a bright, unyielding smile the moment Maya opened the door. "We are getting out of this house, out of this town, and away from everything for a full twelve hours." Maya hesitated, looking back at the dim foyer, but the sheer warmth radiating from Thalia was impossible to resist. She nodded, grabbed a jacket, and let Thalia guide her out to the bike. The Escape to the Coast Thalia drove them two hours away to a secluded, rocky beach she had known since childhood—a place untouched by vampires, packs, or ancient feuds. The air here was ali