Mistreci Io [exclusive] 🎉

“Mistreci Io,” he whispered, the archaic title feeling like broken glass in his throat.

“Yes?”

“I borrowed it. Permanently.” He rose, knees aching. “You once said you wanted to open the door behind your father’s portrait. The one that has no handle.” mistreci io

“You owe,” she said. It was not a question. “Mistreci Io,” he whispered, the archaic title feeling

“The Lock of Lament,” Io said, finally turning. Her gaze fell on the key, and for the first time, something flickered across her face. Hunger. “You stole it from the Sunken Vault.” ” he whispered

She turned back to the window, the key glinting in her palm. And somewhere deep in the penthouse, behind a gilded frame and a painted lie, a lock began to tremble.