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... rose—though her legs still trembled, her cloak clinging damp to her shoulders. The words lodged somewhere between her chest and her mouth. She wanted to say training, or nothing, but none of it felt right. Instead, what bloomed inside her was something unfamiliar—sharp, defensive, like a hand curling protectively around something fragile.
Why defensive? She didn’t know.
But she felt it.
Before the silence betrayed her, Lucavion’s voice cut in. Smooth. Effortless. "Just s ...
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