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Daimon would know.
The certainty of it settled deep in my chest, heavier than dread, colder than fear. There were truths in this world that could not be avoided no matter how carefully one moved. Power called to power. It always had. It always would.
I closed my eyes briefly, allowing the shadows in the room to breathe with me.
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its glow painting Iris's pale features in warm gold and deep amber. She looked fragile like this—too fragile for the forces already circling her fate. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly as she slept, unaware of how close she had come to being claimed by monsters far worse than Valerius or Morgana.
Or me.
