(LYDIA’S POV—Third person limited)“You spot him, you signal me,” Lydia whispers to the cellar guard. “Don't fail me.”He won't. Mad-Bishop may be Pakhan, but Lydia is equally as dangerous as he is. Worse, even. He nods without meeting her eyes. “Godmother.”Lydia slips through the door without a sound. It closes behind her just as silently. Her footsteps are silent. She moves like a ghost, soundless even on the concrete, inside her enemy’s cell. Lydia hates that even now, chained, bruised, awaiting execution, Delinda is beautiful. Not just physically. There’s a magnetism that defies logic. Camilla had it too. Maybe that's why Tristan loved his sister so desperately. Maybe that’s why Lydia keeps coming back to this cell, knowing it’s betrayal. “Mad-Bishop returns,” Delinda says with a nonchalance that doesn't match her condition. “God-mother saves the day.” Lydia is few feet away from her, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. Something sti
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