The Triplet's Bullied Mate
It was a shield, forged not of magic, but of raw, untainted emotion.
I touched my ribs again, gently, where Ranon’s inexplicable burst of telekinetic power had cracked something deep, a silent, almost grudging acknowledgement of the Triplet’s surprising, untamed strength. The sheer, unadulterated rage that had fueled that final blow… it was impressive. Dangerous.
Then I smiled, a slow, chilling curve of my lips that held no warmth, only a profound, dark determination. The game had changed. The rules had been rewritten, not by me, but by her. Her choice.
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