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Chapter Fifty-seven

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Damon’s POV

I sat in the dim of my private room and thought of plans. They always began the same way for me: a clear step one, then room to bend as needed.

Step one tonight would be to get inside the inner ring without setting the whole keep on fire. Step two would be to make sure Damian’s men did not think to follow. Step three would be to gather the piece I needed—Lyra—and vanish before Dominic had time to flinch.

It sounded simple on the paper. It never was. But I had been patient long enough to know how to shape simplicity into truth.

I picked up a small leather-bound journal from the table. Dominic’s men had kept records in hidden places. Honestly, I did not care what their rites said anymore. What mattered was the leverage. The thing that shifted the scale in my favor was truth made public. If the elders believed that the mark called her blood and not a witch, they would fall like dry brush. I had plans to use that truth like fire.

But before that, I needed her.

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    Damon’s POVSomeone shouted in the hall and the noise came like the cracking of dried wood. A shadow moved under the door and a blade flashed. Not mine. Not one of mine. Damian’s men were awake and they came like fanatics. The plan that had been a clean cut now had edges. I had to decide fast. Stay and fight a war that would wake the keep, or leave with what little advantage I still held. I let go. It was not surrender. It was a calculation. I stepped back and laughed softly. My men slipped into the shadows, and I left open the door like an invitation. Let them see me flee. Let them think they had won. They would see later that I had taken enough from them to make the ground shift. Lyra did not watch me go. She did not look at my men as we melted into the passages. She watched the door like it might reopen and claim her. In that look I felt a sharp thing land in me. Not ownership. Not love. Something thin and dangerous. When I reached the outer wall, I tasted iron in my mouth and

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