{Elira}
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"Let me remind you of something, Omega," Kaelis said. "People like you… don't belong in places like this."
"Know your place," Soraya added dryly. "Because next time, you might not walk out of this room so calmly."
Thorne chuckled. "Or at all."
A few more laughs followed, the cruel kind, but I stayed still. If they expected me to break, they'd be disappointed.
Just then, Caleb Fenmore pushed himself up from the plush white couch and strolled over to where I stood, hands in his pockets, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
"You know," he said, voice dipped in warm charm, "I quite like a girl who knows how to walk into a fire and pretend it's a breeze."
He circled slowly, not threatening, just amused—before leaning in, close enough for me to catch the scent of cedar and spice.
"I'd say you've got guts, Elira," he murmured. "A shame they are wasted on someone who doesn't know how to use them."
I blinked at him.
