Liam's POV The night closed in around me, thick and suffocating. Dahlia lay draped across my chest, smug satisfaction rolling off her in waves. Her perfume clung to my throat, cloying, choking. I stayed still, my chest rising and falling in slow, even rhythm, her silk twisted around my legs, every inch of her touch burning like poison.Inside, Kai clawed at me, howling Mira's name, demanding I shove Dahlia off and go where I belonged. To our mate. I kept my eyes closed. Pretending. Playing the role Dahlia wanted.She shifted against me, brushing her lips against my jaw as if savoring a prize. Then she let out a soft, smug laugh.“You think I don’t notice,” she whispered, almost to herself. “But I do. Still, mother and father will be pleased to know the plan is safe. And soon, that little exile will learn what happens when she sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong.”My blood ran cold. Mira.Dahlia slid off the bed, tying her robe at the waist. She glanced at me once, saw my closed
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