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10. Cage Built from Grief
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2025-06-01 18:01:38I couldn’t process what he was saying. The words kept tumbling around in my skull, refusing to land. “Wha–what do I have to do with any of this?”
Misha’s starless eyes were too steady. “Vescari lost them. All four of his children. Dead. Murdered. One by one. An illness, too, maybe. Now he’s looking for the one he never claimed. The one no one knew about. The dirty little secret. You.”My head shook before I could stop it, violently, as if I could shake the truth out of existence. “That doesn’t make sense. You said Vescari paid my father for me. Are you saying he—he bought me? Like a transaction?”Misha didn’t blink. “Maybe you should ask your father. Whichever one it is. Ask both of them, even.”“No. No, this can’t be—he’s a monster—this can’t be true.” A prickling burn stung the corners of my eyes. “Why would you—why would you do this to me?”Misha didn’t look away. “Because Vescari killed my family.”I stopped breathing.
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