“Sei il mio tesoro, Romola Toscani,” Fiero murmurs, his phrases enveloping me like a heat embrace. “You’re my treasure, and I’ll cherish you all the time.”

“Per sempre,” I whisper, my coronary heart swelling with love and gratitude for this unbelievable man who has proven me the depths of his devotion. “Collectively, endlessly.”

As we lie entwined in one another’s arms, I can not assist however really feel that our love is destined to endure, defying the chances and reaching past the boundaries of time and house. In Fiero’s loving embrace, I’ve discovered one thing actually magical – a connection that transcends the peculiar and touches the divine.

Epilogue

Romola bends over to the touch the silver flower. She takes a deep breath as a butterfly floats and comes to take a seat on her shoulder. She turns to take a look at me and smiles, the butterfly close to her ear.

Within the caves, every part turns into extra pronounced and magical, together with Romola. The butterfly flies away, and my spouse strikes to the following tree.

She gasps and calls me over. “Look right here!” she locations her hand on a flowering bud. “Only a child.”

I attain over and place my hand on the flower, its cool sensation washing over me. I used to be drained simply seconds in the past, and on this cave of life, I’m invigorated. My hand briefly touches Romola’s, and a spark runs by me. My spouse, my coronary heart.

I take her hand and convey it to my lips, giving it a tender kiss. I hint the define of her marriage ceremony ring, a heart-shaped diamond, and once I launch her hand, the pink diamond glitters beneath the solar, streaming by from the cover above.

I stare into her eyes and an odd thought crosses my thoughts, an commentary I can’t consider I let cross. “Romola,” I inform her, bringing her near me, my lips grazing her ear, “Did you ever discover your eyes are the identical shade because the flowers of life?”

Earlier than she will be able to reply, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes by the cave, disrupting our intimate second. Rafaele enters, flanked by two mysterious males whose presence instructions curiosity.

Beside me, I hear Romola take a deep breath. Whereas Rafaele and I agree we want assist bringing the flower and its powers to thousands and thousands internationally, Romola fears the implications. She fears we might lose management. However she’s prepared to present this assembly an opportunity on our account.

“Fiero, Romola,” Rafaele greets us. “Our friends from the Illuminati,” he gestures to the strangers. The group is so secretive that names would by no means be exchanged. They’re all for one, one for all; every man lower from the identical material, manufactured from the identical wishes, to meet the identical targets.

I nod at them, and Romola watches by narrowed eyes as the lads soak within the magnificence round us. One of many males pulls out a small pocket knife and brings it to his finger.

Proper in entrance of us, he cuts into the pores and skin, blood dripping to the ground. Then, he reaches over to the silver flower and grazes his thumb over it. Proper in entrance of our eyes, the wound heals, leaving pristine, untouched pores and skin.

“Marvelous,” his companion watches, enchanted.

“It’s fairly one thing, isn’t it?” I grin.

“Your cave of life,” the taller man speaks, “is unbelievable, and now we have a deep curiosity in all it holds.”

Romola steps nearer to me, her voice hitching in her throat. “This cave is just not on the market.”

The shorter man smiles, sharply baring his enamel. “We don’t want to purchase it.” His accent can also be unusual, clipped and harsh—German or Russian. “We want to allow you to share its presents with the world.”

Assist or hinder, share or steal–with males like this, the road is razor-thin. But when Rafaele trusts them…I look at him, and he offers a slight nod.

Romola’s hand slips into mine, a silent query. I squeeze her fingers and switch again to our potential associates. “We’re listening.”

The boys change a look, pale eyes gleaming, and the taller one begins to talk.”We consider it’s time to harness this energy and share it with the world. Our proposal is to create a tablet, one which comprises the essence of the Cave of Life, permitting those that devour it to expertise its advantages. By utilizing the extract from these flowers, the change we might deliver to thousands and thousands of lives is unfathomable.”

Romola contemplates, her forehead furrowed in thought. “Absolutely you perceive that such energy comes with nice duty? There could be wars, fights, greed.”

“Certainly,” the second man interjects, his eyes locked onto hers. “We’ve thought-about this fastidiously. The tablet can be distributed beneath strict circumstances, making certain its use is managed and monitored. We by no means inform individuals what it’s. By utilizing the extract with different medicinal extracts, we will make the therapeutic course of just a bit longer in order that the miraculous restoration appears to be a results of good medication and extra pure, and never unbelievable as such.”

“This isn’t a choice we take flippantly,” the opposite man says. “Our job within the Illuminati is to revive stability to the world.”

The primary one says, “The federal government shall by no means know. Every little thing can be non-public and labeled. The information will unfold by phrase of mouth.”

Within the silence that follows, I discover myself misplaced in thought. The ability of the Cave of Life might revolutionize our world and if what these males say is true, we’d nonetheless be capable to preserve management and protect the key of our cave whereas embracing the alternatives this alliance might supply.

“Earlier than we proceed any additional,” I say, addressing the Illuminati representatives, “now we have sure circumstances that have to be met.” My coronary heart races, however my voice is authoritative.

“Go on,” the second man prompts, his eyes sharp and calculating.

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