The air in the shattered room was thick enough to choke on. Liam stood frozen in the doorway, his face a palimpsest of confusion, duty, and a dawning, terrifying clarity. Across from him, Elara was on her feet, no longer the fragile wraith but a conduit of raw, untempered fury. Her gaze was locked on Aunt Cordelia, the architect of our ruin."It was you!" Elara's voice ripped through the silence, stripped of all its practiced hysterics. "All of it! The whispers, the 'accidents'… the way I felt about Isla! You poisoned me!"Aunt Cordelia's mask of concerned benevolence slipped, revealing the cold, polished marble of her true face. "Poisoned you?" she echoed, her voice a silken sneer. "I nurtured you. I protected you from your own pathetic weakness. This family's legacy—the true Siren's birthright—was meant for me! Not for a broken doll like you, or that stubborn, useless girl." Her eyes flickered toward my shimmering form. "But it skipped me, landing in you two. So I decided if I c
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