LUCIAN'S POV Her skin glistened with sweat, blood, and dirt; her hair clung to her face in tangled waves. Yet, despite the dirt, there was something hauntingly familiar about her.For a moment, I couldn’t place why, but then it hit me.She looked too familiar not to recognize She was older, no doubt, thinner too, but the eyes, those bright, defiant eyes, were unmistakable.I frowned, memories surfacing like ghosts.The girl who had once been promised to my uncle, the runaway bride. The one who’d fled before the ceremony even started, right when we’d discovered what she truly was.It was her.The realization hit like ice.I’d thought she was long gone, dead even. And yet, here she was, back on my land, lying in my cell like some wounded animal.I stepped closer, my boots sinking into the damp earth with each heavy stride.The sunlight flicked against her skin as I approached, her hands flinched upward instantly, trembling as she tried to cover herself. For a brief second, I wondered
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