Kiss of Ruin
“And unless one of you wants to bleed on this table today, I suggest you answer her.”
The old man clenched his jaw, pero hindi siya kumibo. Coward.
“Elara,” I said, turning to her, letting everyone see how I spoke her name like a vow, “in this world, fear is respect. They don’t bow to softness. They bow to power. If they won’t give it to you—take it.”
Her eyes widened, catching my meaning.
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Elara’s POV
Take it.
I glanced at the wine glass in front of me. Crystal-clear, delicate, almost fragile. A throne of glass—like mine. Beautiful, but one wrong touch and it could shatter.
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