Peniel
The room was suffocating, crackling with tension. I made them stop. For once, I had the power to break through their chaos. Lucian and Cassian, the brothers who claimed to care for me, now stood on opposite sides, their bodies tense, words sharper than blades. Blood smeared the corner of Lucian’s lip—a silent testament to their “conversation” before I intervened.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice trembled, my gaze darting between them. The words barely left my lips before the anger bubbled over. “Why are you tearing each other apart like this?”
Cassian’s jaw tightened. “I’m trying to protect you, Peniel—”
“Protect me? Like this?” I snapped, my voice climbing into a shriek. “Fighting in front of me like a pair of rabid wolves? Is that what protecting looks like to you?”
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