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How could she waste so much energy whining about Kael when she had the perfect opportunity to sharpen herself into a weapon that no one could ignore? But Seraphina had always been… softer. Not weak, exactly. Just easily distracted. Easily swayed. And that made her useful, if not dangerous in my palms. A nail technician glided over, bowing slightly before lifting my hand from the water. Her gloved fingers were gentle, methodical, painting my nails in sleek obsidian black. On Seraphina’s other side, another technician fussed with her nails in bright crimson, which matched her need for attention perfectly.