Page 58 of His Eternal Claim

But their voices crawl through my fingers. Through my skin.

Through my skull.

“She’s unstable.”

“She’s dangerous.”

“She’s emotional.”

“She’s useful.”

Useful?

Useful for what?

“What about the arrangement?” a male voice asks.

Sharp.

Impatient.

“If she keeps screaming like this, he’ll notice.”

My blood freezes.

He.

“Then we move the timeline.”

“That’s risky.”

“Keeping her conscious is riskier.”

“If her memories return…” A pause. “…we lose the asset.”

“So?”

A syringe clicks.

My body locks.

“Double the dose.”

I think it’s the woman who said she was my Mother. But if she were my Mother, she wouldn’t hurt me.

“Break whatever’s left.”

“Madam Visconti…”

“Try it, Leon. We’ve tried it before, and she has survived. She won’t die that easily. After all, she’s Zagreus Vitale’s wife.”

Chapter 19

Possession

THE MAESTRO | Past

Three hours until the wedding. The church looks like heaven. Which is ironic. Because standing in it feels too much like a penalty.