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BEGINNING OF HIS RUIN

作者: Vina Kalviné
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-03 20:40:54

AZREAL'S POV

Yasmine's smile was a blade, small but sharp, and for the first time in centuries I realized I preferred it to softness. She wasn’t trying to heal, wasn’t begging for mercy — she wanted blood the way a starved wolf wanted meat.

And gods, I understood it.

I pushed away from the doorway, the boards sighing under my weight. “Shadows are louder than screams,” I said. “He’ll start looking for them everywhere.”

Yasmine propped herself up on her elbows, hair falling loose over her shoulders. “You make it sound like an art.”

“It is.” I crossed the room, letting the pale light fall across my face. Her eyes tracked me with that familiar tension — part revulsion, part curiosity. I’d stopped trying to name which part was winning. “Fear works best when it doesn’t know when it started or where it ends. A single crack in his certainty… and the rest of him will crumble.”

She didn’t argue. That, more than words, told me she was learning.

Francis would not die quickly. No — quick wa
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