Kiss of Ruin
“You’ve underestimated me.”
My gaze landed on Marco—one of my oldest soldiers. He flinched. Too sharp. Too guilty.
My blood boiled.
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Elara’s POV
I could feel Damian vibrating with fury beside me, like a predator about to strike.
“Marco,” Damian said, voice soft, almost deadly. “Stand up.”
Marco’s eyes darted between us, beads of sweat sliding down his temple. “Boss, I swear—”
“Don’t,” Damian cut him off, standing slowly. “Don’t insult me with lies.”
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