Liora didn’t sleep, not a single minute.By sunrise, she was still standing at the balcony, staring at the rain-soaked forest beyond the Silverfang estate.The blanket Desmond had draped around her shoulders hours earlier hung loosely around her body. The cold no longer bothered her. Fear did.For years she had carefully constructed her life. Every smile, every tear, every seemingly innocent comment, and every calculated move. Everything had been done for one purpose. Survival.Winning had always been secondary. Survival came first. Because unlike Desmond, who was born into power, or Ophelia, who controlled power, Liora had spent her entire life understanding what happened to people who didn’t have it.They were used, discarded, and forgotten. Just like Luna had been. The irony wasn’t lost on her.Years ago, she’d looked at Luna and seen weakness. Now she was beginning to understand she had mistaken kindness for weakness. A mistake many people made And a mistake that often became fata
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