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#3 in Villainlove on 28/05/26
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The blade had a name.
Night's Kiss. Black steel that drank light. It had killed three kings.
Prince Kieran Vareth stood in the shadows of a marble column, one hand on the dagger beneath his cloak, watching his target dance. Prince Cassian Lireth. Golden. Laughing. Already dead-he just didn't know it yet.
One strike. One war. Done.
Kieran began to move.
And then a servant girl looked up.
Storm-gray eyes. Plain gray dress. Nothing. No one. She should have looked away.
She didn't.
For three heartbeats, she saw him. Not the monster. Not the Demon Prince. Him.
Then terror won. She vanished into the crowd.
Kieran's hand was no longer on the blade.
He didn't remember letting go.
Somewhere in this palace of gold and lies, a girl with storm-gray eyes had just done the impossible.
She made a dead man feel something.
And now he had to find her.
Even if it destroyed everything.
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