The Prince of Zorana
He didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between them, thick and unyielding.
“Don’t do this,” Karina whispered, her eyes flickering over the room—the scattered papers, the abandoned goblet of wine. The chaos wasn’t just outside the castle walls. It was here, in the very heart of their sanctuary. “You’re losing yourself.”
He turned, his eyes sharp as blades, and for a moment, Karina was struck by the raw fury that radiated from him. It wasn’t just his grief anymore; it was an all-consuming fire, a hunger for vengeance that had burned through every part of him.
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