The Demoted Luna
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None of them did.
They waited.
So I gave them what they wanted.
“The chief strategist of Blood Thorne,” I said, my voice steady, each word deliberate, “is Nia Isolde.”
The reaction was immediate.
Murmurs breaking out across the table.
But I did not stop.
“She is the Luna I demoted,” I continued, my gaze hard now, my voice carrying the weight of truth that none of them could ignore, “the one I was accused of discarding, the one I was told had disappeared without a trace.”
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