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87: Blood, Betrayal, and Bruises
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2025-03-11 02:13:29Ryuu’s POV
I knew hate. I had lived with it, fed off it. It had driven me my entire life. But what I felt for Petros now... this was different. This was something raw, something corrosive. A hatred so deep it clawed at my insides, threatening to consume me whole.
Especially when I saw Beatrice’s blood. My blood.
Petros stood there, smug, his lips curled in that arrogant smirk that made me want to tear his throat open. He really thought he was in control. The poor bastard had no idea. The second I got free of these goddamn ropes, he would pay for every second he kept us here. I would destroy him.
Beatrice broke the silence, her voice soft, almost unsteady.
“Why are you doing this?”
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