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Chapter 58 - Ask me instead

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— ASARAIAH KAINE —

The marble echoed with every step I took, sharp and angry, like the house itself wanted to announce my storm.

I hated how they’d both looked at me in that garden, like I was a bone to be fought over. Malrik with his silent fire, Drayan with his steady pity. Both of them wrong. Both of them making me feel like I was back in Montova walls, pressed into corners I didn’t ask to be in.

I slammed the door behind me when I reached my room. The sound bounced back too loud, too final.

For a moment I thought I was alone.

Until I felt it—that shift in the air, that subtle weight.

“Malrik—” I started, spinning.

But it wasn’t him.

It was Drayan.

He leaned against the window frame like he’d been waiting, his dark shirt rolled to the elbows, hair pushed back in a way that made him look more like a shadow than a man. Calm. Steady. Infuriatingly collected.

“You shouldn’t just walk into people’s rooms,” I snapped.

“I knocked,” he said simply. “You didn’t hear.”

I hated that his voice
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