TRISTAN"Alpha, what happened?" Daniel’s voice echoed against the cold stone walls of the cell.He stepped over the threshold, his gaze darting from me to the cooling body on the floor. He didn't need to ask if she was dead... the way she lay, limp and final, told him everything.He knelt beside her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her body. "How did she get a blade in here?"I stood there, my chest heaving, the adrenaline slowly draining out of me. I didn't bother answering his question. It didn't matter anymore. "I don't know, and honestly, she just made things easier for us."I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head. It was soaked in Livia’s blood, heavy and sticky against my skin. I dropped it onto the floor, the fabric hitting the stone with a wet thud. Daniel stood up, his face grim. He whistled for a guard standing in the hallway. "Get the Alpha a clean shirt," he commanded, then turned back to me. "Did she say anything before she went?"I looked down at my own body. My
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