I had a restless night. Sleep felt fragmented, interrupted by shadows dancing on the walls and the quiet ticking of the clock. By the time dawn seeped into the villa, I was already awake, standing in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at me. I was my father’s daughter—no, that wasn’t true anymore. That notion had died last night. I was something entirely different now. Something I hadn’t figured out how to name yet. Suddenly, the door swung open. Nikolai walked in, dressed head to toe in black, with the faint scent of gunpowder around him. He shot me a quick glance, sizing me up like he already knew how my day was going to unfold. “Change,” he commanded, tossing a folded pile of clothes onto the bed. I frowned at the black outfit—tight trousers, boots, and a shirt that looked like armor. “What’s this?” “Your first lesson,” he replied, his tone brooking no argument. I wanted to push back, to ask questions, but instead, I found myself putting the clothes o
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