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Chapter twenty seven: our fight now

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Logan's pov

She had heard everything. Silas cursed softly beside me.

She stepped inside slowly, lips curling into a cold, sharp smile like a blade.

“I guess I should thank you, Beta,” she said, voice calm but dangerous. “For finally saying what no one else has the spine to.”

“Fiona,” I said, rising slowly.

Her gaze fixed on me. This time, no hesitation.

“I always wondered if the mask would crack,” she said softly. “The charm. The restraint. The false sense of control.”

I took a step forward. “It wasn’t false.”

“No?” She tilted her head. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re just a scared boy who grew claws and called himself king.”

“Stop.”

“Or what?” Her voice rose. “You’ll chain me again? Threaten me? Prove I was right all along?”

Silas stepped back, knowing this was no longer his fight.

This was ours.

I closed the distance until only inches separated us.

She stared up at me like a storm unafraid to rage.

Gods help me. I wanted to kiss her, shake her, fall to my knees and beg her
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