“Say it,” Rafael murmured, his eyes glittering like broken glass in the low light.Solene stood in the doorway, heart slamming against her ribs. “Say what?”“That you feel it.” His smile was slow, deliberate. “The blood. The tether. That no matter how many names you’ve stolen, you were always mine first.”Her blade was already in her hand. The distance between them twelve steps felt both too close and endless.“You’re not my father.” The words scraped out of her throat, raw, almost a growl.Rafael tilted his head, like a priest listening to a stubborn sinner. “And yet you wear my scars. You breathe because I let you.”“You’re dead.”He laughed deep, echoing the sound of a man who’d buried truth long before he buried his own name. “No, little flame. I just learned how to make dying useful.”Behind her, the hallway rattled. Lucien’s voice thundered through it:“Solene!”She turned instinct, hope, weakness. But that second was enough.Rafael was in front of her, hand closing around her w
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