The cold stone beneath me was hard, but that discomfort was nothing compared to the tension hanging in the room. My wrists burned where the chains dug into them, but I held my chin high, refusing to show any weakness. Callum Silvermark stood before me, as infuriatingly handsome as any prince had the right to be. Dark hair, perfect posture, those irritatingly beautiful sapphire eyes that sparkled with amusement as if he had the entire world in his palm. Maybe he did. But I wasn’t part of that world anymore. I had been dragged out of it, dirt and scars marking the distance between who I was and who I had become.“As quiet as the grave,” I said, my voice sharp with sarcasm, meeting his gaze with a mocking smile.Callum’s lips twitched as though he might smile, but he didn’t. Instead, he gave me that look—the one that made it clear he knew he had power here. He always would, standing in his silks and gold, untouched by the grime of Karnak.“Quiet, yes,” he said softly, taking a step close
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