Chapter 11 Blood runs faster than fire

Ivan was healing-slowly, reluctantly, and with enough grumbling to make even the stoic Mirella roll her eyes.

Casey sat at the small kitchen table, scribbling in her journal while munching on a suspiciously burnt croissant that Luca had proudly baked. Proudly. With zero shame.

"I think I've unlocked a new form of weapon," Casey said, squinting at t