No answer came. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city outside.
— “I could leave,” I continued, voice soft but sharp. “I could walk away. But that would mean giving power to betrayal, cowardice, and greed. And I will not. Not today. Not ever.”
They blinked. Adrian looked like he was about to speak again, but my gaze met his, steady and unyielding, and he froze.
The Sentence That Ended Them
I leaned slightly forward, letting my voice drop to a calm, deliberate whisper:
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