Why were so many things happening at once? What was this about Giada knowing their secret?
Giada's voice quivered as she disclosed the truth. "The one who my family works for told us about everything. We know everything about you all. We know you are forbidden, heaven descendants. I'm sorry, your eminence."
Adramelech's anger flared, his fists clenching tightly. "Damn our mother," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with bitterness.
Their mother was a more threatening enemy than the curse or even the heavens. So far, she had done them more hurt than any other sect out there.
His eyes never leaving Giada's, Adramelech reached out and gently cupped her trembling hands in his own. "No, Giada, I love you," he confessed, his voice filled with both pain and devotion. "If I died by your hand, I wouldn't have any regrets."
