Rejected Crown: Perpetual Twilight
If she thinks this is bad, she is mistaken, as whatever my brother’s plan will be a million times worse.
The air in the dimly lit chamber feels charged with tension as I step inside. There, amidst shadows and the subtle scent of dried blood, I find her. Quinn, once fierce, now bears the marks of brutality. Her gaze, though wary, meets mine, a glimmer of defiance still flickering in her eyes. I move closer, offering Quinn a few supplies to tend to her wounds. My hand brushes hers as she takes the bandage from me. The slight touch sends a shiver down my spine. She looks so vulnerable in the small room, and it stirs something within me, an unfamiliar yearning to protect.
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