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... ned over her throne.
Her eyes gleamed, purple as amethysts, as her slender fingers tapped a steady rhythm on her cheek. A soft, archaic tune—ancient, forbidden, and erased from human memories—pierced the silence as the corner of her scarlet lips rose in a subtle smile.
"Not bad." Her voice echoed with a rare compliment as she observed the flames devouring the dark carpet.
Despite the blast and Adam's departure, they still burned strong, showing no signs of satiety. On the ...
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