**Elena’s POV**

The moment I stepped into my room, I collapsed against the door. I could feel the vibrations of my father’s and Elario’s voices through the floorboards. It was the sound of two men planning a massacre. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. My chest felt tight, and it was hard to draw enough air into my lungs.

I couldn't let them do it. I couldn't let Martina die because of a war she didn't choose. She was the only person in that cold Bernardo mansion ...