「 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟕 」

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THE TENSION IN HELL had become palpable, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon

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THE TENSION IN HELL had become palpable, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.

Lyra could feel it, an invisible pressure tightening around her chest as the days wore on.

Every interaction with the Sins left her on edge, their desires wrapping around her like chains.

She knew that sooner or later, the delicate balance she had been trying to maintain would shatter.

And today, it seemed that moment had arrived.

Lyra had retreated to a quiet corner of the grand, decaying palace that served as her current prison.

The cold stone walls and flickering torches did little to offer comfort, but it was the only place where she could think.

Where she could breathe without the suffocating presence of the others.

She needed time, space to unravel the chaotic thoughts that had been gnawing at her since her conversation with Orion.

But peace was a luxury she would never be afforded in this place.

A sudden burst of energy disrupted the stillness, and before Lyra could even turn, the door slammed open with a deafening crash.

Cassian Vale— Wrath, in all his furious glory —stormed into the room, his dark eyes blazing with barely contained rage.

“What did he say to you?” Cassian demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

Lyra blinked, startled by his sudden intrusion.

“Who?”

“Orion,” Cassian snarled, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her.

“What lies did Greed whisper in your ear?”

Lyra’s heartbeat quickened.

Cassian’s anger was like fire, consuming everything in its path.

She had seen it before— his temper flaring at the slightest provocation, his need to dominate and destroy anything that stood in his way.

But there was something different about this fury.

It wasn’t just anger— it was jealousy.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Lyra replied, keeping her voice steady, though her pulse raced.

Cassian’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides.

“You do, Lyra. Because you belong to me.”

The words sent a shiver down her spine, but not in the way he intended.

It wasn’t fear that she felt— it was defiance.

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