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From the way Liora stared at me, lips parted and eyes narrowed like I had spoken madness into existence, it was obvious what she thought.
She thought I had lost my damn mind.
Maybe the old me would have cared. The version of myself that bit her tongue, that softened her words so Liora wouldn’t take offence, that convinced herself kindness would keep her safe in a pack that thrived on blood and hierarchy.
But after the stupid stunt she pulled after the way everything had unfolded I didn’t care anymore.
If she thought I was unhinged, so be it.
I stepped closer, my voice low but sharp enough to cut. “You tried to get me killed.”
Her breath caught.
“You set me up,” I continued, the words pouring out now, years of swallowed suspicion finally finding air. “I told you clearly that
