That doesn't mean I have to accept it. I won't be their pawn.

Aria's POV

Moonlit Courtyard – Minutes Later

The air tasted like metal—not the sharp tang of blood from a fresh kill, but the bitter ozone of a storm brewing on the horizon, the kind that splits the sky open and drowns everything in its path. My skin prickled with it, goosebumps rising like w...

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