Alpha Nero
“Let’s go see Sophia.”
She nods, her smile shaky but genuine, and together we leave the room, stepping into the future that’s finally free from Darius’ control.
“Wait,” she says, grabbing my arm. “What does that mean?”
I frown. “What does what mean?”
“What you keep calling me,” she bites her bottom lip. “Anima—”
“Anima mia,” I say, smiling as I take her face in my hands. “It means ‘my soul’; a part of me I thought I lost until I found you in that little town.”
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