NATHAN'S POVI should’ve known.The moment I stepped into that clearing – just seconds after the scream tore the sky – I felt it. Something was wrong. Not just danger, but deception. A trap designed not to snap, but to suffocate. To tighten its grip on you till all life was slowly drained out of you.Sophia stood at the center of the stone ring, chest heaving, shoulders squared. Dirt streaked her cheek, and her blade was slick with blood – someone else’s, thankfully. Victoria was across from her, motionless, as if sculpted from marble, her black cloak torn and swaying in the breeze. She had her hand raised, not in surrender… but in control.“Victoria,” I growled, stepping forward, “enough.”She turned her head slowly, and for the first time in years, I saw her eyes without their mask. Not the flirtatious sparkle she used to manipulate. Not the false humility she wore like perfume.No.Just fury. And something deeper.Bitterness.“Look who finally shows up,” she said, voice like poison
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