Chapter 229

Go to Sorana Point of view:

France smelled different from Italy.

The earth here was heavy with rain and old roots; it didn’t remember her name.

No coven had ever called her sister. No altar here carried her blood.

Mother Sorana walked the foreign hills like a shadow searching for a reflection.

She shouldn’t have come.

And yet, whenever she felt the pulse of De Luca blood — when the wind carried th