Kimberly arrived at the Lycan Palace, her face calm, her aura steady , yet deep within, she was a tempest barely contained. The royal guards escorted her through the massive corridors of silver-stone and gold drapery, leading her straight to Timothy’s private chamber. Timothy was already waiting for her, dressed in a black formal coat adorned with the royal Lycan crest. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the faintest curve of a smirk touching his lips. "I’m glad you came, Kimberly," he said smoothly, voice dripping with power. "It shows that you’ve accepted your place in all of this." Kimberly bowed slightly, not in respect but in strategy. "You wanted me here, and here I am," she said evenly. "If this is what it takes to save Gabriel, I’ll stay in your palace." Martha, who had been standing beside Timothy, nearly choked on her disbelief. "What?" she snapped, her perfectly manicured fingers clutching the armrest of her seat. "You can’t be serious, brother. You’re letting her stay
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