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LYSSANDRA The knife comes down.I feel the weight of it in my hand, the promise of it, the sheer reckless hope that maybe I can end this before it truly begins. My muscles lock, my breath cuts short, and every nerve in my body screams as the blade connects with the back of Cross Kryne’s neck.And then, instead of a cry of pain, instead of the wet, sickening sound I am braced for, there is laughter.It is deep and rich and utterly wrong, spilling out of him like I have just told the most amusing joke he has heard all year.I go still while my arm remains raised, my grip still tight around the handle, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs that I can hear it in my ears. For one dizzy second, I wonder if I have finally lost my mind, if fear has cracked something inside me and I am hallucinating this sound.Slowly, dread pooling thick and heavy in my gut, I look down at my hands.There is no blood.There's no slick warmth coating my fingers, and no iron smell rising up to choke me. I
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ERDEN I was wearing a groove into the floor of my office.Back and forth, from the desk to the door, from the door to the window, my steps heavy enough that the wood complained under my boots. I could feel it in my chest, that tight, useless pressure that wanted to turn into something violent and reckless. Panic. Rage. Fear. None of it would help Lyssandra. None of it would get her back.I stopped short and turned toward the window, planting my palm flat against the glass. It was cool under my skin, just like Lyssandra’s skin pressed firmly against my chest had been thr last morning at her house. I leaned forward until my forehead almost touched it and forced myself to inhale slowly, then again, counting the seconds the way I had taught myself years ago when my control first started slipping.Losing my head was exactly what my father wanted.My reflection stared back at me, jaw clenched. I dragged my hand down my face and straightened, already knowing what I had to do even though
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LYSSANDRA I don’t need him to introduce himself. I already know who he is.The resemblance is impossible to miss now that the light is fully on him, now that I’ve had time to steady my breathing and really look. All his children look like him. I’ve seen it before in Aksel’s brutal height, in the way Erden’s face can go frighteningly still when he’s angry, in Kavev’s eyes when he’s calculating something and pretending not to care. This man didn’t just pass on his genes, he stamped them onto his bloodline like a signature.Dominant doesn’t even begin to cover it.He straightens to his full height and I have to crane my neck back to keep eye contact, which irritates me more than it should. Aksel is tall, infuriatingly so, but Erden is taller still. This man, though, is something else entirely. A giant in the truest sense, broad-shouldered and solid in a way that suggests violence doesn’t cost him effort. I get the unsettling sense that he has never once in his life doubted his own
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LYSSANDRA I wake slowly, dragged up from darkness by a dull, insistent throb behind my eyes.For a few seconds, I don’t move. I let my breathing calm, and allow the ache settle into something tolerable, because experience has taught me that panic only makes everything worse. Whe I finally open my eyes, the ceiling above me is unfamiliar. I'm in a room I've never been in before. My heart starts racing. I push myself upright too fast and immediately regret it as pain spikes sharply through my skull. I hiss under my breath and brace my hands on the mattress, waiting for the room to stop tilting. When it does, I take stock of myself frantically. My wrists are free. My ankles too. There are no restraints biting into my skin, no blood, and no pain anywhere else except the brutal headache and a thick fog clinging to my thoughts. That alone should calm me, but it doesn’t, because I remember what happened next, and my pulse becomes even harsher. Cde and Arch had done something to me. I
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ERDENI don’t realize Lyssandra is missing all at once. At first, it’s just a thin, irritating unease that slips under my skin while I’m standing in the middle of my office, staring at nothing in particular, my thoughts still on Arch’s escape. It’s the kind of feeling I’ve learned not to ignore, the one that has kept me alive through more nights than I can count, but exhaustion dulls it, and blunts the edge.She’s probably asleep, I tell myself, or with Riley, or at work trying to focus on her research. It’s only when I pull my phone from my pocket that the unease becomes a problem because I find I've missed multiple calls from her. My pulse kicks hard against my ribs. “Fuck,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair as I unlock the phone and scroll, hoping for something that tells me I’m overreacting.Cold spreads through my veins, sinking deep. It's an absolute feeling that nearly makes me panic. I never should have sent Farouk away from her. The thought lands with brutal clari
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LYSSANDRA By the time I realize it has been two days, the knowledge doesn’t arrive all at once. It seeps into me slowly, like cold through stone, settling in my bones until everything aches with it.No one comes.Not Cross. Not Cade. Not even the silent guards whose footsteps I’d memorized the first night. The house moves around me without ever touching me, like I’m a ghost haunting my own captivity. I hear doors opening and closing somewhere beyond my walls, voices murmuring faintly and then fading away, but none of them belong to anyone who intends to look me in the eye.The food appears when I’m not looking.I notice the pattern on the second day, when I step out of the shower with damp hair clinging to my back and find a tray already sitting on the small table by the wall. It hadn’t been there when I went in. There is no knock, no sound of a door opening or closing, no hint of another presence. Just warm food, arranged neatly, as if someone had been waiting for the sound of runn
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