Chapter 67

• Chapter 67: The Weight of Their Marks
• The sun was cruel that morning. It streamed through the curtains of the south mansion, catching on Elena’s throat, her collarbones, the bruises and hickeys splattered across her skin like wild paint. She hissed at the light and yanked the sheets higher, but the damage was already done—her body remembered everything from last night. Every touch, every bite, every punishing whisper Alessio and Gabriel had carved into her.
• She wanted to hate the sight of herself. Wanted to rip the mirror from the wall and shatter it. But when her eyes caught her reflection, she froze. The scar she had always despised was framed by their marks, and instead of looking weak, she looked… dangerous. Dangerous, claimed, and untouchable.