Poison in the Water
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  • Reads 53
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 4
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Nov 02, 2021
"I knew it." I snarled. "I knew it. I knew you were bad, Atlas. They always are. Charming, and hilarious, and cute. People like you are devils." 

Atlas looked taken aback and his horse moved away from me. 

How could you? 

I wanted to let them take me. To finally put me out of my misery. Except I had promised them. I had promised the gods that the next betrayal would not be taken lightly and that I would ruin the next traitor. Atlas had made his move and now it was my turn. 

... 

"Checkmate." 

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Liliver thought nothing could be worse than the Divine Right, the murderer of her family and kind. They had left her with nothing and no one. However, one day, another she learns to trust betrays her, and she meets the one thing that even the Divine Right couldn't and wouldn't go against.

She met Cateline.
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