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Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

Lyra's POV

"What do you mean 'protect me from your father'?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Damon and Damian exchanged another silent glance. The tension in the room was palpable, pressing down on my chest until it was hard to breathe.

"Power like yours," Damon said finally, "isn't something that stays hidden for long. People will want to use it—control it."

I swallowed hard, the weight of their words sinking in. "I don't understand what's happening to me."

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