The Black Spire

(Chapter 104: Lorenzo's POV)

Mira wasn't my weakness.

But she was my everything.

The scent of the intruder still lingered—a trace of cold earth and ancient blood. Selena. A ghost from a past I had long buried. And now, she was here, stirring threats that had already crept too close.

I should've chased her down. Should've torn through the night until I found her and whatever game she was playing.

But instead, I stayed. Because the woman in my bed held a grip on me stronger than any enemy.

Mira's breath was steady, her body warm against mine, but I could feel the tension beneath her skin. She wasn't asleep—no, her mind was still tangled with the same thoughts that burned through mine.

Marcellus. Erebus. The council's Blood Rite.

They wanted to see me fall. And if I did… they'd come for her next.