Chapter 41: A Trap is Set
(Aspen's POV)
I stood before the tall mirror in my chambers, meticulously arranging the silver dress that draped over me like liquid moonlight. It was a calculated choice.
The fabric clung softly, its shimmer catching the light, giving me the appearance of fragility.
But its real purpose was deception. Beneath the flowing skirt, among the soft layers, my poisoned needles rested silently, ready to strike.
I reached up, touching the silver totem Viktor had given me. It gleamed faintly, woven into my dark hair like an innocent accessory. Such a foolish gift from someone who believed I was no more than a vulnerable Omega. If he only knew the truth. The edges were unexpectedly sharp, another tool I could turn against him if the need arose.
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