POV: Klaus “Who touched you?”She froze.I felt it immediately—the spike in her pulse, the sharp edge of fear in her scent. It hit me harder than the bruises.“Come on, Mira,” I pressed, my voice low but tight. “Say it. Tell me who did this.”“I’m fine,” she stammered. “It’s not a big deal—”“Fine?”My hand moved before I could stop it, gripping her chin and tilting her face up, forcing her to meet my eyes.“Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not—”“You are.” My voice cut through hers, sharper now. “Your neck is covered in bruises and you’re telling me you’re fine?”“Shh,” she whispered urgently, glancing around. “People will hear you. We’ll talk later, okay? When you’re calmer—”She turned.I caught her wrist.“We’re not done,” I said, my grip tightening. “Mira, tell me the truth. Now. Because I’m about to lose it.”“It’s nothing, Klaus,” she said, trying to pull free. “You’re overreacting.”Nothing.My wolf snarled.I stepped closer, closing the distance again. “Nothing doesn’t leave marks sha
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