Verret’s PovShe sat across from me, her jaw set, her eyes burning with defiance. Every word that came out of her mouth was sharp enough to cut, but instead of wounding me, it amused me.“Fiesty,” I murmured, swirling the dark wine in my cup. “I ask a question, you give me a snarl. I offer you food, you throw back scorn. You have quite the tongue, Delilah.”She leaned forward, her glare searing into me. “And you have quite the audacity, dragging me here as if I’m a prize. Do you expect me to play along with your twisted little fantasy?”A slow smile tugged at my lips. “Twisted? Perhaps. But fantasies usually reveal truths we dare not admit. And you, my dear, are exactly where you were always meant to be.”Her laugh was bitter, sharp. “Oh, really? Enlighten me, then. Because the last thing I remember is falling asleep, and the next—I wake up in your cursed hall. You call that destiny?”I let her words wash over me. She had fire, and gods help me, I wanted to feed it, to watch it burn b
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