Spoiler: Aleksei stared at me. I stared at him. He stared at me. Before I started screaming, because we were doing this again, he said with clearly forced calm, “Your beast isn’t dead, Laura.” My stomach twisted, the pain so excruciating, the bitter dripping off my words was barbed. “Then you didn’t read your briefings on me very closely, your highness.” “Your beast isn’t dead,” he repeated.
— Sep 21, 2025 12:47AM
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