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Chapter Fourteen :The Final Blow

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POV: Silver Colt

“Do you really think you could survive what’s coming?” Lesiana’s voice came like a whisper, too soft to be merciful, too sharp to ignore.

My throat closed around the words I wanted to scream. My chest heaved, the weight of their stares pressing me into the ground. My legs trembled, refusing to obey, but I forced them to hold me upright. I shook my head slowly, words tumbling out, cracked and raw.

“I… I don’t understand. Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Amelia laughed lightly behind her, a sound so smooth it scraped at my skin. “Deserve? You think life is about deserving? Oh, silver, you still don’t get it. You’ve been blind this whole time.”

Her voice curled around my fear like smoke, choking me from within.

“I just wanted…” My voice broke. I had no strength left to shape the truth. My parents’ faces flashed before me. The promises they whispered at night, the warmth that once covered me. “I just wanted to live. To belong and to be en
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