Chapter 64 The Photograph That Shouldn’t Exist

Vera POV

The photograph was burning.

I watched the edges curl inward, blackening beneath my fingers. The flames weren’t orange or red. They were silver, cold and almost beautiful, yet they left a sharp smell in the air.

“Luca!”

He reached for it.

“Don’t touch it!” I shouted.

Too late.

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