Until The Last Day
Camela’s scream echoed through Vincent’s chest as he held her close. Her scar glowed white-hot, spilling fire through the air. The dust city shuddered with every tremor of her body.
The stranger stood calmly, the journal pressed against his chest. His smile remained soft, almost gentle, but his voice was like a knife. “Say it, Camela. Say your name before I do. Claim it, or I will carve it louder than your father dared.”
Vincent’s claws dug into the ground, leaving deep scars in the dust. His voice roared like a storm. “You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.”
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