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... e pristine, controlled silence is a cage for the fury screaming inside me.
I want to shatter the crystal vases, to claw the curtains. But I don’t. I am the picture of grace. I will not give them any reason to see me as volatile.
I force myself to walk calmly to the bed and sit, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap my nails leave half-moons in my palms.
That mouse. That insignificant, dull-eyed, trembling little nobody. The K-trios’ fated mate? It’s a cosmic joke. An ins ...
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