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30. The Arena.

Valencia Nightingale The fire I had been desperately searching for came knocking as dawn settled in. Three sharp raps against the door. Calm. Measured. I scrambled from my bed, totally disoriented from my state of troubled sleep, having spent hours pacing through every corner of this darn room. I was already standing when it creaked open. Anatoly. No growl. No threats. Just that same dead stare behind his mask, studying me in silence. It was dawn, Why was he still wearing that damn mask at this time? "Round two?" I asked, my voice dry. He didn't answer. He didn't have to. I already knew. This wasn't a fight between me and him. This was something else. Without a word, he stepped back, holding the door open. Waiting. I forced my legs to move, each step heavier than the last as I crossed the room, grabbing the flannel I found in the wardrobe at the far end of the room before slipping it on, reaching behind to pull my hair from between the collar and my skin. "Where a
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31. The Monster Beneath.

Valencia Nightingale Anatoly grabbed my arm, hauling me as we rounded the corner, through the only open space in the cage that gave way to a narrow stretch of steps that led to the podium where Vladislav was seated. My knees ached by the time we finally reached him. But I barely noticed. Because the moment my gaze locked on Vladislav’s… everything else faded. There was something different about him now. Something that wasn’t there before. He sat there like a king surveying his kingdom, his long fingers draped over the armrests, His legs spread wide apart as if anticipating something, The rich, tailored fabric of his dark suit stretching across his broad shoulders, the faintest glint of his cufflinks catching the swinging light above. He looked polished, poised, carved from marble like a war god lounging on his throne. But his eyes… They were alive. Not with amusement. Not with boredom. But something darker. Richer. Hungrier. For the first time since I’d met him, I cou
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32. The Fire Beneath.

Vladislav Moroz There was always a moment before chaos, a moment so still that you could hear the faintest of sounds, could hear the thrum of your own blood as it pulsed through your veins. I could taste the fear in those moments. Valencia stood there barefoot on the slick concrete. Joggers, an oversized flannel, dried blood on her cheek. No shoes. No weapon. No chance. She stood still, barely moving as she glanced around, waiting for her test. Anatoly had already locked the exits. She didn’t bother to check them. I gave her a chance, a choice. She was brave—I had to give it to her. She would rather die at my hand than die at the hands of her traitor of a fiancé. A noble death, if I must say. I could spot the flaws in her stance already, weak spots that would get her killed. Her shoulder, her neck, her hair. It was long, all over the place, easily grabbable. But she stood strong, her dainty figure taut with anticipation. She should have been trembling. She should have b
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