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The Bed of Knives

Chapter 17: The Bed of Knives

Ameena

The silk sheets were red, soaked with perfume and sweat.

General Alira lay beneath her, mouth parted, eyes still dazed. Her body trembled, not from weakness—but from realization.

Ameena leaned over her, lips brushing the woman’s ear.

“You thought fucking me would...