Chapter 84

• Agostino POV
• We found the temple, but it wasn’t the map that led me here it was her. I could feel Domitilla across the wasteland like a pulse beneath my skin, calling me closer with every heartbeat. I left the map in Fosco’s hands and ran, faster than the rest, faster than reason. I had to get to the Temple of Beliale. I had to stop this stop Aronne, stop the end.
• I tore the doors open with a roar, and my eyes found her at once. Domitilla lay sprawled beside a stone fountain in the temple’s center. Her neck was soaked in blood, the crimson staining her face like war paint. The wounds were fresh, still bleeding. That bastard my brother had fed from her. He’d drained her, tortured her.