RAGING FLAME
There was no need for violence now—Amira had surrendered, and that was all he needed.
**Ryan pov**
My vision swam as I slowly blinked, struggling to make sense of my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, and the first thing I noticed was a figure standing in the doorway—a woman.
Amira.
She looked exhausted, her hair disheveled, her eyes red from crying. She seemed so small, so defeated, like the weight of the world had crushed her spirit. The sight of her in such a state made my chest ache with a deep, gnawing pain. I wanted to reach out, to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay. But something else caught my attention.
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