The dagger burned in my palm. Not from heat, but from the weight of the choice it carried life, death, betrayal. My survival was forged into cold steel, and both of them were watching.---The blade was heavy.Too heavy.It shouldn’t have been possible for a single weapon to weigh more than my body dangling in Lucien’s merciless grip, more than the void that yawned below me, more than the pounding in my chest that threatened to shatter my ribs.But it did.Lucien’s hand locked around my waist, his breath brushing against my ear. “Do it,” he murmured, a devil’s lullaby. “End him. Prove you were always mine.”Above us, Caelum clung to the swinging cable, his body straining against gravity’s pull. His storm-lit eyes cut into me, fierce, wild, begging. “Saphira, don’t listen to him!”My fingers trembled around the hilt.Two voices warred inside me. One, frantic and panicked choose survival, strike, don’t think. The other, raw and desperate it’s Caelum, you can’t, you won’t.But Lucien kne
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