Lilith’s POVThe moment the word “fine” left her lips, I knew I had her.Not completely.Not yet.But enough.A slow smile spread across my face as I straightened, my fingers trailing away from the cold iron bars of her cage. Gladia’s scent was still sharp in the air—fear, blood… and something else.Defiance.Interesting.Most servants broke faster than that. Most of them begged.Cried.Promised loyalty before I even had to ask.But Gladia?She negotiated. She had some guts. A lady of her which I liked although I didn't show her. I let out a soft chuckle, circling her cage like a predator studying its prey.“You don’t get to make rules,” I said calmly, though my tone carried a quiet warning beneath it.Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t look away.I liked that.It made this far more entertaining.“But…” I continued, stopping right in front of her again, “I admire your courage.”I tilted my head slightly, studying her bruised face, the dried blood at the corner of her lips, the way her
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