_Lisa’s POV_
The silence in the hall felt heavy, like the air itself was waiting. My heart was still aching from the weight of everything Morana had revealed. My mother’s diary lay against my chest, my fingers clutching it as though it might dissolve if I let go.
Althea; my mother. She had been tricked, hunted and broken. And in the end, she had died by Fenric’s hand. Her sacred blood had stained the altar of a demon god.
I felt sick just thinking about it.
Sierra’s voice brushed against my thoughts, soft at first, then sharp with anger. He stole everything from her. Her mate, her life, her future. He stole your family. And now, he wants you too.
I closed my eyes. I was trying to breathe but the pain sat in my chest like fire. My throat felt raw from crying. I wanted to scream but the
