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Chapter 129

Penulis: Lydia
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Selene’s POV

The word lingered. Betrayal. It was not an accusation yet, but it was a threat.

Memories stirred unbidden: my mother’s hand on my shoulder, her whisper in the candlelight. Selene, you must learn to smile while they call you serpent. Let them think you harmless until the strike cannot be stopped.

I blinked the memory away, letting the heat of it curl into my smile. “And tell me,” I asked, “do you suspect me of betrayal? Speak it plain, Akira. Or do you only enjoy the theatre of implication?”

His lips curved—barely, but it was there. “If I suspected you fully, Selene, we would not be speaking. The knives would already be drawn.”

I sat back, exhaling slowly, as if bored. In truth, I was savoring every syllable. He danced so carefully, as though my answer could tilt the board in either direction. And it could.

“I stepped out to tend to my faction,” I said again, tone firm, dismissive. “No more. If you think me weaving secret plots, then perhaps your paranoia should turn inwar
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