Every sound in the dungeon seemed to fade away entirely, the clash of steel, the frightened cries of the children, even the labored breathing of the wounded, all of it dissolving into a heavy, suffocating silence as the pale-eyed king stepped fully into the flickering torchlight, Luna cradled against his chest with a gentleness that felt obscene given everything he'd done to bring her here.Nolan felt his blood turn to ice, watching the way the king's fingers curled protectively around his daughter's small form, the way his pale eyes softened slightly as he glanced down at her, an expression that on anyone else might have looked like genuine affection."You came," the king said, his voice carrying that same smooth, unhurried quality Gianna remembered from their meeting weeks earlier. "I expected as much. Parents rarely give up so easily, even when the odds are so clearly stacked against them.""Give her to me," Nolan said, his voice low and dangerous, every muscle in his body coiled a
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