Louisa/AgnesThomas finished the last drop of the vial, his lips stained crimson like blood. He leaned back against the wall, breathing hard, eyes fluttering shut as if expecting something to change, some hidden strength to ripple through him, erase the pain in his bones, restore the dominance he once carried.But nothing happened.I stood still, watching him with a quiet, simmering calm. Then I tilted my head, lips curling into something dangerously close to amusement.“You do realize,” I said, slowly smiling, “that what you drank... was a clone. A fake.”His eyes snapped open.His head snapped toward me. His face twisted in confusion. He looked down at the empty vial in his hands, then back at me, suddenly unsure.Priscilla’s gaze flicked to him, then to me, sharp and calculating. “What?”“I still have the real one,” I said, lifting my hand just slightly and stepping forward. “If you kill me now, you will never get your hands on it and he dies,”Thomas’s mouth opened like he was abo
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