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Twisted

Lucien Virell POV

The air in the ruined temple still reeked of ash and iron. Vaela’s blood had dried on my hands, flaking like guilt I refused to feel. She was foolish. Obsessed. But she was mine. And now she’s gone.

I stare into the dark chalice. Empty now. Cold. She had promised it would work. E...