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Against My Brother

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-06-13 22:53:53

CELESTINE'S POV:

Lysander is beside me, his hand warm in mine. He has been here every day of the trial, sitting in this same seat, holding my hand, keeping me grounded. When Kier looks at me with those hollow eyes, I squeeze Lysander's fingers and I remember that I am not there anymore. I am here. I am free.

Vladimir Drakon is in the front row, surrounded by his own lawyers. He looks calm, composed, utterly unbothered by the proceedings. His son Nikolai is beside him, pale and sweating, his eye
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