MATTEO:
The night still hummed with the echo of her fear. I leaned back in the chair, eyes fixed on the candle burning beside me, my thoughts wandering.
“The plan’s already in motion,” I murmured. “I just need to keep pulling the right strings… and before anyone notices, she’ll be mine to claim.”
Every action was a move, every reaction a counter. Saving her hadn’t been kind; it had been a calculation. If she had been broken, she’d be useless to me. If she trusted me, she’d be the perfect weapon, exactly what I needed.
A low, humorless laugh escaped my throat. It wasn’t madness, it was satisfaction. The thrill of the hunt.
She would come to trust me. To see light where there was only shadow.
And when she did, that’s when the game would get interesting.
A letter from Lucian.
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