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69 The trap

Penulis: Ria M
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-29 02:35:57

Lila’s POV

I stay still, my hands gripping each other tightly at my side as Aurelia’s heels click once more, slicing through the silence. She takes a slow step forward, every movement deliberate. The scent of her perfume curls through the air — something expensive, intoxicating, and sharp enough to sting the back of my throat.

Her lips curve, painted and perfect, but her eyes gleam with something darker — amusement, cruelty, a quiet kind of madness.

“Hope you like my warm welcome?” she says, her tone sweet and venom-laced, like honey hiding poison.

I say nothing. My voice, my body, even my breath, betray me — frozen.

Aurelia tilts her head, studying my silence. A low laugh spills from her lips, soft but chilling. “Just a heads-up,” she says, voice light, almost playful. “You might want to sit tight, because there’s more coming. I’m going to drain your will to live, piece by piece, until you become nothing but a shadow of who you were — a forgotten name in mine and Lior’s story.”

Her w
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