Chapter 13 THE LETTER WRITTEN IN BLOOD

Roman didn’t leave the message on the table.

He held it.

Like it might move if he didn’t.

Aria watched him from across the room—silent, waiting, pulse sharp against her ears. The parchment lay untouched between them, folded with deliberate care.

She could still smell it.

Copper. Salt.

Blood.

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