(Clara's POV)The handmaid's scream echoed through the entire villa.She collapsed to the floor clutching her face, one cheek swollen beyond recognition, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth down her chin. My palm was still tingling—a full-force strike from an Alliance warrior. A few broken teeth would've been getting off easy.Heels clattered down the staircase. Wendy came rushing from the second floor, calling out, "What happened—"She saw the handmaid on the ground. Then she saw me, standing exactly where I was.Wendy took a step forward, as if to pull us apart. But then she met my eyes—and froze. Feet nailed to the floor, every layer of her mask shattering at once, leaving nothing but raw fear underneath.I knew what I looked like right now—red rimming my eyes, breathing ragged, my whole body trembling. Not from fear. From rage. Three years I'd endured every humiliation, every false accusation, every assassination attempt, every betrayal—but there was one line no one got to
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