BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
He turned to her then, and for the first time, she saw something raw in his gaze, not defeat, not even anger, but the cold clarity of war.
“No,” Matteo said, his grip tightening on her hand. “We don’t kneel. We burn back.”
The words were not shouted. They were a vow, as sharp as any blade, as final as any execution.
Bianca felt the heat of the flames reflected in Matteo’s eyes, in her own blood. Serena had lit the sea. But they would light the world.
Together, they whispered the words that would mark the beginning of a new war, a war that would paint Europe red.
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