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Chapter 63 - Answer back

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— ASARAIAH KAINE —

The silence that followed Drayan’s exit was sharp enough to cut through the air.

It felt like the whole building was holding its breath, afraid of the man standing a few feet from me.

Malrik still hadn’t moved.

One hand on the desk, jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the door long after Drayan was gone.

I could almost see the fury caged beneath his skin.

It was there…the storm, the restraint, the cold precision that made people fear him.

But this time, it wasn’t for the world.

It was for me.

“I told you,” he said finally, voice low, steady in a way that made it more dangerous. “He doesn’t know where his place ends.”

I crossed my arms. “He’s your best friend. Maybe if you treated him like one, he’d remember.”

His head lifted. Slowly.

“Careful.”

“I’m serious,” I said, my voice sharper now. “He wasn’t wrong, Malrik. I do deserve to know what’s going on. You can’t keep shielding me from things that already want me dead.”

He didn’t answer.

Just walked around the desk, stopping
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