BOUGHT BY CRUELEST ALPHA
The first time, it’s a coincidence. The chill in the air. The specific angle of the light from the viewport, casting the same long, accusing shadows. The smell of ozone and expensive cologne. Arthur, standing by the console, his back to me, his shoulders set in that familiar, arrogant line.
Then he turns. And the words that come out of his mouth are not his. They are a recording. A ghost.
"He never loved you, Lily. Just the power he sensed. Kieran was always mine."
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