THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
Dante stared at the purple mark on his arm, watching it fade away behind the shield of lead.
But Leo stood in the middle of the room, staring at an old stone table.
“Mommy?” Leo called.
“Yes, baby?” June crouched beside him.
“The lady in the bakery… she said I was a container.” Leo looked up at her, eyes shining—not orange, not purple, but bright, beautiful gold. “But she was wrong.”
A cold fear twisted in June’s stomach. She got down to his level. “What do you mean, Leo?”
“The bread was the antenna,” Leo said. His voice didn’t sound like a kid’s anymore—more like three voices tangled together. “But Hecate forgot something. An antenna can send messages, too. Not just receive them.”