Arya's POVMartin didn’t flinch. He just stood there, still and silent, like the storm had already passed through him. His fists hung limp by his sides, his breathing heavy but steady. He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Lucas’s words weren’t intended for a response. They were a performance. A declaration of superiority.Lucas took a step forward. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue now that I’m here? Do you finally understand you’ll never win against me? And why are you letting her do the talking for you? What lies have you fed her about your pathetic self?”I felt my heart twist.No.Not like this.“Lucas, stop,” I said instinctively, my voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t do this.”He blinked, as though just realizing I was actually more concerned for Martin than being excited that he's come to save me. His eyes snapped to me, wide with confusion. “babydoll... “No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of my words before I spoke them. “Don’t say another word.”Silence eng
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