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Chapter Nineteen – The Lily's Scent

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Lucian Moretti – POV

The scent of her was in my study long after she had gone. Not jasmine and vanilla, but the sharp, clean odor of the clay, and something else underneath—the electric tang of a mind working, of defiance simmering just beneath a placid surface. She was changing the very atmosphere of my sanctum.

I stared at the clay map, her map. The lines were sure, the symbols clear. A blind girl had built a world from a memory of touch. And her deduction about the lily, the Alps… it was brilliant. It felt true.

This was the problem. She was no longer just a fascinating object, a locked box to be prized open. She was a force. A strategic, intelligent force whose will was beginning to press against my own. The way she had said my name—“You’ll have your location, Lucian.”—it wasn’t submission. It was a negotiation. A declaration of value.

I had dealt with Marco, with Danta’s impertinence, in the way I always did: with brutal, unambiguous violence. It was a language I was fluent i
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