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Chapter 41: Glass Walls and Quiet Wars

Author: Emel Emerald
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 20:40:22

Dinner was over—but the game wasn't.

Leya inched slowly from her chair as the rest retreated, plates still half full, words lingering behind with poison-filled glares.

Nathaniel sat frozen alone, glass brimming but untouched, eyes thrown into shadow.

Vivian kissed Harrison's cheek softly, lingered an extra moment longer than needed, and breathed low and soft against his ear.

Harrison's eyes flared once—to Leya.

Then nodded.

Vivian's stilettos clicked hard on marble as she and Eleanor vanished into the corridors of the east wing, their laughter snapping behind them like a viper's tail.

Leya swept her skirts up high, her step faltering, lovely, protected.

She could sense it—the weight of Harrison's eyes boring into the back of her neck.

She didn't glance back.

Not until she'd moved past the doorway.

Step one out of the room, and she'd be breathing again.

One step—

"Leya," Nathaniel's voice cut the tension like a knife.

She shut up.

The entire room was silent.

She turned, very slowly.

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