Victor Hale did not believe in fate. He believed in power. Control. Strategy. ⸻ Fate was for weak people who needed excuses for the chaos in their lives. Victor created chaos. He did not surrender to it. ⸻ And yet— ⸻ For the second night in a row… He couldn’t stop thinking about her. ⸻ The city stretched endlessly beneath the glass walls of his penthouse, glowing with cold lights and restless movement, but Victor barely noticed any of it. His attention remained fixed on the screen in front of him. ⸻ A paused image. ⸻ Amara. ⸻ Captured during the attack. ⸻ White eyes glowing faintly beneath the darkness. Power crackling around her as she fought. ⸻ Victor leaned back slowly in his chair, studying the image with dangerous focus. ⸻ “She’s adapting faster than expected,” Nathan said carefully from across the room. ⸻ Victor didn’t answer immediately. ⸻ His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest. Slow. Measured. ⸻ “No,” he said finally. ⸻ His eyes da
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