Kiss of Ruin
Instead, they set me on fire.
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Elara’s POV
That night, nakatayo ako sa balcony ng mansion, overlooking the city. Lights flickered like stars beneath the smoke. The empire Damian built was alive, breathing, watching. And now, I was part of it.
The crown wasn’t gold. It was made of shadows, of blood, of fear. But it was mine.
I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart race. I whispered to the night, to the city, to the ghosts.