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17. The Devil's Bargain

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Rosalie’s POV

The threat hung in the suffocating space between us, cold, absolute, and heavy with the promise of my own execution.

But as the seconds ticked by, the fear he expected to see in my eyes didn't come. Instead, something deep inside me snapped. The humiliating shyness of having my skin exposed, the frozen panic of the interrogation, the trauma-induced silence that had kept my jaw locked for the last hour—it all burned away, replaced by the familiar, sharp-tongued fire that usually
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