Chapter 81 ✮⋆˙ 81 ˙⋆✮

The three names on the paper looked less like a clue and more like a death pact I had inherited without knowing it.

Elena Vale Rosetti.

Daniel Maddox.

Matteo Varra.

My mother. Knox’s father. Nico’s uncle.

The names sat beneath the lockmark in faded ink, connected by nothing except the symbol that...