Wrath smirked. A flicker of danger and amusement danced in his eyes.

—You.

Silence closed in around Emilia like a net.

Wrath did not seek her soul but her obedience. The magic of a pact with a Prince of Hell was an unbreakable bond. And Emilia, unknowingly, had just opened a door she could never close.

At dawn, she walked through the streets of Palermo with Wrath by her side, invisible to the rest of the world. Their footsteps were shadows on the damp stone, and their words were daggers disguised as whispers.

—Your sister knew things you don’t —Wrath said as they stopped in front of the cathedral—. She wasn’t just a witch. She was playing a game you’re only beginning to understand.

—Then teach me.

The prince smirked, the promise of danger lingering on his lips.

—Be careful what you wish for, streghetta . You might just get it.

Third Part: Between Heaven and Hell

The days in Palermo were no longer the same. The shadows seemed longer, the whispers darker. Emilia and Wrath roamed the city like ghosts, searching for clues, digging into secrets that sensible people left buried.