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Author: Nyct
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Aryn

My fist clenched so tight my knuckles cracked, the urge to smash Isabella’s smug little face against the nearest wall pulsing like a drumbeat in my veins. The way she said it—about my sister, like it was just some casual gossip she could toss into the air and walk away from—made my stomach twist.

I stepped into her space, close enough that she could smell the wine still lingering on my breath. “You want a fight, Isabella?” I hissed. “Fine. I accept your challenge. Name the time, name the place. I’ll make sure you regret every fucking word that just dripped out of your mouth.”

Her eyes gleamed, satisfaction flickering across her face like she had gotten exactly what she wanted. She tilted her chin, lips curling into that poisonous smile. “Tomorrow at dawn. The courtyard.”

“Good,” I spat, my voice low and steady even though my pulse was pounding like a war drum. “Bring your arrogance. I’ll bury it with you.”

For half a second, I thought about just doing it right then—skipping the f
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