~Elena“What was that, Elena?” Thorne’s voice cut through the silence, low, steady, too steady.I turned to him, expecting panic, disbelief, anything. But he just stood there, knife still in hand, shoulders relaxed as if a ghost hadn’t just vanished from our kitchen. His lack of fear irritated me more than the intruder himself.“You’re not even shocked,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You saw what happened. You should be.”Thorne’s mouth curved, faint, unreadable. “I’ve seen enough devils in my life to know when another one arrives.”I let out a slow, deliberate laugh and stepped closer, my smile curling into something sharper. “Not devils, Thorne. The Obsidian Sons. I unleashed them already.” My chin tilted proudly, the words tasting dangerous on my tongue. “They are now mine to control.”His brows lifted only slightly, the knife lowering but never leaving his grip. “Yours?” he asked, as though testing the word, weighing the truth behind it.“Yes, mine.” My voice was silk over steel. “
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