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I should’ve marked her that day.

Zayne's POV

The echoes of her defiance reverberated through the very stone of the east wing, a phantom thrumming that was more aggravating than any physical pain. My knuckles throbbed, a dull ache beneath the sharp sting of my pride. Devils. The word tasted like ash in my mouth, laced with the bitt...