The Singing Phoenix's Revenge
But because revenge sometimes demands we dance to the beats of fools.
The day of the meeting, I walked into the private lounge where Dorian waited, looking like an excited puppy, Seraphina gleaming at his side. Their laughter stilled when I entered, the mask hiding my face as always.
He stood, extending a hand. “The Phoenix. Finally, we meet.”
I tilted my head, fingers brushing the mask. Slowly, deliberately, I removed it.
Gasps filled the room. Dorian’s face went pale, Seraphina’s eyes widened in horror.
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