The library was cloaked in half light, the shadows stretching long and deep across the polished floor. Dust drifted lazily in the glow of the lamps, catching on the air like tiny motes of ash. Clara stood frozen at the door, her heart beating furiously in her chest.Elianna turned toward her, her eyes gleaming with fury. The sweetness she often displayed at the breakfast table was gone, stripped away like a discarded veil. What remained was sharper, crueler, more dangerous than Clara had imagined.“Well,” Elianna said slowly, her voice slicing through the silence, “it seems my perfect little sister has developed a taste for eavesdropping. Tell me, Clara, do you feel proud hiding behind doors, catching half spoken truths and thinking you know everything?”Behind her, Marcus shifted slightly, his broad frame blocking part of the lamplight. He smiled faintly, his expression smooth but unsettling, like a wolf playing at civility.Clara’s hands trembled, but she steadied herself, forcing h
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