"From the day Lucrezia set foot in this house, when have you ever known your place? You slipped her something to make sure she couldn't carry. You spread filth about her to every Capo's wife who'd listen. You pushed her down those stairs and killed the child she was carrying."

"All I did was give her your children as compensation, and you threw a fit, cut your own hair, and threatened to end your life."

Lucrezia delicately wiped the blood from her face, her voice catching in a pitiful sob as she added:

"The Don was merciful, all things considered. He still let you keep the title of blood-bound bride, for old times' sake."

"But you only behaved yourself for a month. The moment the fifth daughter was born, you threatened him with your life again."

She dabbed at the corners of her eyes with three fingertips pressed to her collarbone, her tone laced with indignation on Dante's behalf:

"The Don was so shaken those days he could barely function. He canceled three sit-downs in a row. And in the end, it was nothing but a ploy to keep him to yourself."

Malice churned behind my eyes. I let out a cold scoff.

"Chiara was pure-hearted to her core. She would never stoop to something so vile. Every word of it is slander."

"But from this day forward, every last thing you've accused her of, I will make you experience firsthand. Then you'll learn what true cruelty looks like."

The moment the words left my mouth, the household girl beside me dropped to her knees with a heavy thud.

She pressed her forehead to the marble floor, her voice trembling as though she could barely contain her fear:

"Don Griffin, Signora Moreno, this servant has something urgent to report..."

"The blood-bound bride... she has harbored a grudge against the Signora for the fifth daughter's death. In secret, she has been meeting with people outside the family. Passing information."

With shaking hands, she pulled a small ledger from the folds of her jacket. Names. Dates. Phone numbers that didn't belong to anyone in the Griffin organization.

I recognized this girl.

She had been eight years old, selling herself into service to pay for her father's burial.

It was my sister's kindness that saved her, kept her close, and sheltered her all these years.

Dante stared at the ledger, then turned his gaze to the girl kneeling in testimony.

"This is the very girl your sister rescued. Now even she has come forward to testify against you. Do you still intend to deny it?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the way he looked at me held nothing but bone-deep revulsion and disappointment.

"Lucrezia told me you bullied her and her mother when you were children. I didn't believe it."

"But now the proof is undeniable. Every shred of your kindness was a lie."

My chest seized without warning, a dense, blunt pain splitting open across it.

A mouthful of blood surged up and sprayed out, spattering across Dante's face, already twisted with shock and fury.

I watched the terror flare in his eyes.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips.

This was the last protective ward my sister had left inside this body.

Not to shield herself. To shield everyone else.

She had thought of every single person except herself.

Between my fingertips, the strand of hair stained with blood burned white-hot.

Every ounce of pain my sister endured.

I would make them feel it all over again, from beginning to end.

Dante's mouth opened and closed. His throat bobbed. His left hand drifted to the scar on his palm and pressed there, hard, as if the old burn could anchor him to something solid.

A nameless, bone-piercing chill crawled up through his chest.

Right on cue, Lucrezia dissolved into whimpering sobs:

"Dante, why is she staring at us like that... that cold, hollow look... Something is wrong with her. Something is very wrong."

Dante lifted his gaze and went rigid.

Tears of blood streaked down my face. My eyes blazed red, and a spectral chill clung to me like mist, flickering at the edges of perception.

He seized Lucrezia by the arm and staggered back several steps, his voice tearing out of him in a ragged shout:

"Soldiers! Now! Get Alaric in here!"

I closed my eyes.

My lips moved soundlessly, shaping the syllables of something older than any oath sworn in this house.

This was a curse I had mastered when I was still the other one. The ghost. The half they locked away.

Within moments, Alaric Costello came rushing in.

He held a rosary and a leather case of old instruments before him like a shield, his face white with terror. He wiped his hands once on his handkerchief before he even spoke:

"Don Griffin, the instant I set foot in this wing, I felt it. An overwhelming wave of resentment. Rage. Something that should not be contained in a living body."

"But fear not. The fury is contained within the bride's body."

"We need only bind her to the stake in the burn room. Four iron bolts through the limbs. Then set the fire. That will purify her."

He meant to burn me alive.

I stared at Dante without blinking.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, at last, he gave a heavy nod and murmured his instructions: "...Do it quickly. Don't let the fire truly harm her body. Just purge the evil spirit."

They brought in peachwood logs as thick as a man's fist.

I didn't resist. I let them bind me to the stake.

The instant my skin touched the wood, my soul felt as though it had been pressed against a white-hot brand.

Four peachwood nails, each the size of a bowl, were laid out right before Dante's eyes.

I gave him one last chance.

I looked at him, long and deep. "Dante. After all these years of love."

"Is this how little you trust Chiara? If she hadn't risked her life to save yours, you would have died at the Old Monastery Estate."

"If she hadn't fallen in love with you, you never would have claimed the seat."

Dante's breath hitched, but his gaze held firm. No hesitation. His left hand drifted to the scar on his palm. He rubbed it once, slow and deliberate, the way he always did before a decision he could not take back.

"Chiara, once the exorcism is finished, you'll go back to the way you were..."

"We can live like we used to. I'll give you another child..."

The hammer fell.

Dante's entire body seized with a violent tremor. He wrenched his head away, as though he couldn't bear to watch.

I didn't make a single sound. I just smiled.

But this time, something inside me died completely. Not even a flicker of heartache rose to the surface.

For the first time, my composure cracked.

Sister...

Has your soul truly scattered to nothing, or are you still trapped somewhere inside this body?

How is it that neither Dante's love nor the threat to my very life stirs even the faintest response from you?

With every blow of the hammer, the crease between Dante's brows deepened. The red veins in his eyes spread another layer thicker.

The remaining peachwood piled around me had already been doused in lamp oil, its spiritual energy destroyed. The flames roared to life.

I saw the panic flooding Dante's eyes. "Stop! Stop this at once!"

But Lucrezia glided forward, three fingertips touching her collarbone, her voice a gentle blade dipped in poison: "Look at all that black smoke. That is the dark energy leaving her body."

"Once Alaric has cleansed it all, we should send her to the Old Monastery Estate for retreat and prayer. That is the only lasting solution."

"I fear that one day, the one she harms won't be someone else. It will be you..."

One sentence, and it struck the deepest fear buried in Dante's heart.

His outstretched hand froze in midair. Conflict warred across his face, but in the end, he said nothing more.

Black smoke rolled into my throat, choking and thick. Tongues of fire licked across my skin. Dante could no longer see my body through the blaze.

Then.

Every ounce of agony that should have seared my flesh, every last shred of it, rebounded.

Dante collapsed to the ground, convulsing, a scream ripping from his lungs as though his very organs were being torn apart.

"Put it out! Put out this fire!!"

"NOW!!"

At the same moment, Lucrezia went rigid, as if something unspeakable had locked its gaze onto her. She twisted around, her voice cracking with raw terror: "A ghost!! There are actually ghosts in this world!!"