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“But when it all falls apart, don’t come looking for me to pick up the pieces.” Lucia walked out of the Lair, the cold night air biting at her skin, but she didn’t care. Inside, she is burning with a new purpose. If Dylan wants to chase after Phoenix, she will stop him. And she will make sure that by the time he reaches her, nothing will be the same again, not even him.

I screamed at them. They all scattered, muttering their apologies as they went. I didn’t wait to hear any more. I went straight to Lucia’s room, the door still ajar. The air inside was stale and her scent barely hangs in the air. I pressed my face to her pillow, desperate to find something, anything, but it was fading. When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed. The bed was gone and in its place I saw a ring of fire. Lucia knelt in the middle, her wrists were bound and she was bleeding slightly from the mark on her neck. A man stood beyond the flames, tall, calm, eyes like molten gold.

Sure enough, there were several missed calls from Yara on the screen. Looking at the time, it was nearly four in the afternoon. Yara sneered disdainfully. "That scumbag Lucian probably couldn't escape karma. He was admitted to the hospital last night, and this morning, as soon as the news came out, that bitch Lily rushed over with gifts to comfort him. Not only did Lucian invite her in, but they also spent hours alone together in his room. Who knows what they were up to during that time? I bet she's even pregnant by now!"

"A family reunion in the dungeons. How poetic." "What did you do to her?" "Oh, I didn't do anything." Lucia's smile widened. "She came to me, actually. Apparently, she had some very interestong information to share about your precious little Luna." Lilith flinched like she'd been struck. "Lucia, please. You promised you'd let me go if I told you everything." "And I will," Lucia said sweetly. "Right after you tell Xander what you told me. Go on, don't be shy."

I kissed down her neck, tasted her collarbone, dragged my tongue slowly across her skin just to feel her squirm. “Thorne…” she moaned, breathless. “Harder.” She wanted to be devoured. And God help me, I was ready to indulge. Lucia suddenly stilled beneath me, her breath uneven, her hands pressing gently against my chest not to push me away, but to slow me down. “Why did you let her go?” she asked, her voice low, wary. I froze. “Elena,” she clarified. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know. I'm happy about it.”

“I can feel the network — satellites, servers, signals. He’s in all of them. Watching.” Lucia pulled her scarf tighter, her voice unsteady. “We need to leave this country now.” But Elena’s gaze was fixed on the horizon. “It won’t matter where we go. He’ll find me.” --- Back in Florence, the storm had passed, but the city felt… different. Quieter. Too quiet. The streets were wet, reflecting streetlights like broken glass. The three of them made it back to their apartment before dawn, exhaustion weighing on every breath. Lucia immediately went to her desk, connecting to her backup drive. The moment she opened her laptop, golden static flickered across the screen.

I am looking for Lucia. I find her in the final pages, which are dated two weeks before Sibyl died and which have the quality of the last things she wrote, a different quality from the earlier pages, more compressed, more precise, the specific quality of someone saying the most important things in the time they have. "The daughter lives two months more," the passage reads, and it is one of the longer passages in the final pages, which means Sibyl considered it important enough to extend. "Underground, beneath the healing place. The broken children know. The finder will come from inside."

God, what a stupid question. Lucian paused, his brows knitting together like he couldn’t decide whether I was serious or just losing my mind. I thought, maybe, there was the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, but it vanished so quickly I wasn’t sure it was ever there. Lucian rarely smiled. I was probably imagining things, blinded by secondhand embarrassment and the sting of hot coffee. “No, I’m good,” he said at last, his voice unusually soft. “Go wash your hands. I’ll have someone bring the ointment…you’ll need to apply it before the burn worsens.”

Jewel did as instructed without observing that Mr Daniel's eyes followed her while she walked out of his office. “Lucia!…Lucia…”yelled Jewel as she barged into the witch's lonely house. She walked up the stairs burning with rage being expectant that she would find the woman behind her desk as she always used to find her but she didn't. Lucia was no where to be found. She became worried. It was unlike Lucia. She bagan to check the house room after room till she finally found Lucia. She was a thinner version of her normal self. The paleness of her skin was not intriguing but scary. Her eyes that captivated Jewel now looked ugly.“what happened to you?“ She screamed as she ran towards the bed w

What they didn't know yet is that Lucas and Lucian were already planning the rescue and thus would show everyone what they came for( and became). In the camp since the episode with Miranda Sheila had called Augusto and told him everything, she demanded that he call her at least three times a day informing her of everything. At this moment, a little past three in the afternoon, they were talking, but so far nothing had happened. But it was about to happen, for as soon as Sheila had put away her mobile phone, a very euphoric Miranda was holding Leticia's very embarrassed hand - why the long faces? - What do you see different in Leticia? - Miranda questioned as she pushed Leticia forward to be