Vale's POV
I couldn't breathe.
The ancient prophecy on the wall kept glowing, and each word felt like a knife to my heart. Four kings. Marriage. Divided love. Absolute power.
"I can't do this," I whispered, backing away from the wall until I hit something solid.
It was Dante. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his heart beating fast against my back.
"Yes, you can," he said quietly. "We'll figure it out together."
"Together?" I spun around to face him. "Dante, the prophecy says I have to marry four other people! How is that together?"
Pain flashed across his silver eyes, but his voice stayed steady. "The prophecy says your heart will be divided five ways. That means I'm one of the five, not separate from them."
"But you're not a king," I protested.
Luna cleared her throat. "Actually, he is."
We both stared at her.
"What do you mean?" Dante asked slowly.
