ANTALYA’S POVhe silence in the room was a physical thing, a heavy blanket smothering me after Vaiker’s frantic escape. His words echoed, bouncing off the walls and inside my skull, a torrent of poison I couldn’t shut out.He’s been taking it from you.I sank onto the edge of my bed, my legs too weak to hold me. My hands were shaking. I stared at them, these hands that had touched him, held him, loved him. Had they been weapons all along?I stabbed him. The memory, sharp and vicious, sliced through me. That time he had me locked away, when the hatred was a living thing inside my chest, festering and black. I’d gotten my hands on wolfsbane. I’d been so desperate, so angry. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel a fraction of the pain I was drowning in.How many times? The question was a whisper of horror in my mind. I’d lost count. In the dark, during those terrible struggles, my only goal was to make contact, to sink the tip into his skin and watch him flinch. He was always so much st
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