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Chapter 10

Author: authorchomzy
last update publish date: 2026-01-15 23:24:42

SAPHRA'S POV

Lucien’s hand shoots up.

Steel clamps around my wrist before I can even gasp. His eyes snap open, fully awake and fully alert, no haze of the Sleeping herbs, no sluggish confusion. Just sharp, lethal awareness.

Too late.

He twists hard.

Pain explodes up my arm as my balance shatters. The world lurches, and I crash onto the bed, breath tearing from my lungs. Before I can recover, before I can scream or strike or think, he moves.

One fluid motion.

He flips me beneath him.

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