And why?

The answer came too late.

Because when they stopped in one of the highest towers of the castle, Wrath turned to her and, in a voice as soft as poison, said:

—If you want to survive here… you’ll have to learn to trust me.

And then, without giving her time to think, he kissed her.

The world ignited.

The kiss was fire and shadow. A promise and a warning.

And in that instant, Emilia knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Sixth Part: The Crown of the Damned

Wrath’s kiss had been a spark in the darkness. Emilia wanted to convince herself that it meant nothing, that it was part of his game, that she shouldn’t trust him. But something inside her had changed.

And there was no time to figure it out.

Because in the Kingdom of the Damned, secrets never slept.

—Your sister didn’t die by chance —Wrath whispered one night, his gaze fixed on the grim horizon of Hell—. Vittoria had a purpose. One you still don’t understand.

Emilia felt anger bubbling inside her again.