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in Vengeance 23

    Ronan’s POV


    +8 Pearls


    She knelt in front of me, blood smeared across her face, hair matted to her skin, hands trembling as she mmed her forehead against the floor.


    Over and over.


    Bang <b>Bang </b>Bang


    Each sound echoed like a hammer in my skull.


    ck


    I should’ve felt satisfaction. This was what she deserved–the girl who lured my sister into <i>the </i>Forest, <b>who </b>left Tessa


    half–dead andatose in a hospital bed. This was justice.


    But watching her grovel, filthy and broken, didn’t feel like justice. It just felt… wrong.


    Annoying.


    Pathetic


    Disgusting


    My temples throbbed. My fingers itched <b>to </b>crush something.


    “Get <b>out</b><b>,</b>” <b>I </b>snapped.


    She didn’t move.


    “Are you deal?” My voice rose. “I said get out!”


    Still nothing. Her head just kept hitting the floor, leaving a smear of red that stained the marble like a curse. It was like she couldn’t even hear me–like she wasn’t <b>even </b>here.


    I stepped forward<b>, </b>grabbed her arm, ready to drag her out like the disgrace she was. But the second my hand moved, she flinched. Hard.


    She recoiled like she’d been electrocuted, curling into herself, arms thrown over her head.


    “Please don’t hit me!” she cried. “I’m sorry, don’t hit me!”


    I froze.


    For a split <b>second</b><b>, </b>my breath caught. Her voice–raw, terrified, broken–ripped through the room like a de.


    What the hell had they done to her?


    <b>No. </b>No<b>, </b><b>I </b><b>wasn’t </b>going there. I wasn’t softening.


    She wasn’t the victim,


    Tewa <b>was </b>


    Tessa–the bright, fearless, brilliant sister I raised. The one who followed Riley’s message into the woods. The one we <b>found </b>barely breathing. Ripped <b>apart</b>.


    matter if <b>we </b>shared <b>a </b>Pack


    <b>And </b>Riley<b>? </b>She was the one with Rogue <b>blood</b>. Raised by criminals. Born in shadows. It didn’t n game. That girl was a stain.


    That voice. That flinch. That relles.


    She wasn’t faking it. <b>You </b>can’t fake that kind of <b>fear</b>.


    535 PM


    +B Pearls


    For the first time, I hesitated.


    <b>And </b>like a damn fool, my mind betrayed me–shing back to years ago, when I first heard her name. Riley Vale, the prodigy from Mooncrest <b>Academy</b>. The girl who beat me in every single physicspetition, year after <b>year</b><b>. </b>The one who walked onto the national stage <b>with </b>dirt <b>on </b>her shoes and brilliance in her eyes.


    She never smiled much, but when she did, it lit up the whole damn auditorium.


    I hated her back then too.


    Not because she was a Rogue. Not because she was dangerous.


    Because 1 couldn’t catch up to her.


    Because she didn’t care about the spotlight, and somehow, <b>that </b>made her shine even brighter.


    And then the <b>Ebonw </b>Pack brought her home.


    The real daughter of the Vale family. The one with Alpha blood.


    And just when I thought maybe–maybe she could be something more than a rival, more than a threat…


    Tessa ended up in aa.


    And Riley was to me.


    So why the hell was my hand still frozen midair?


    Why was <b>I </b>hesitating?


    Her body was curled tight, shoulders trembling. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She <b>wasn’t </b>even present.


    She was back in prison. Or wherever the hell they sent her. Reliving something I’d never seen. ey sent her. Reliving something I’d never seen.


    I lowered my arm slowly, the weight of it suddenly unbearable.


    “You can go,” I said, quieter this time.


    My voice sounded foreign to my own cars.


    She didn’t move.


    Part of me wanted to grab her again. To throw her out. To scream until she remembered who she hurt.


    But <b>another </b>part–one I didn’t want to name–just stood there, watching the girl who used to be a legend, now reduced to a ghost


    I clenched <b>my </b>jaw, Turned <b>away</b>.


    “Leave,” I said again, this time with steel in my voice.


    She wasn’t hearing a damn thing I said.


    I could see it in her face–nk, distant, <b>smeared </b>with <b>blood </b>and tears. Her eyes were <b>ssy</b>, wide with panic, scanning for something, anything to hold on to..


    Then she lifted a trembling hand and roughly wiped her <b>face</b>, smearing crimson across her cheek. Her gaze snapped to my <b>mouth </b>


    And then–rity.


    She read my hips. Understood.


    “Leave.”


    Her body flinched. For a second, she looked like she couldn’t believe it.


    <b>115 </b><b>PM </b>


    <b>? </b>


    Was that hope flickering in her eyes?


    +8 Pearls


    The girl who had crawled in here like <b>a </b>shattered thing–now staring at me like she’d been <b>handed </b>a second chance at life. As if my <b>dismissal </b>was mercy, not disgust.


    Her lips trembled. “I’ll go. Right now,” she choked out, voice raw, hoarse–more breath than sound.


    She scrambled up from the floor, using both hands and knees. Her injured leg buckled, nearly giving out beneath her. Twice she stumbled, nearly fell t again.


    But she forced herself upright.


    Didn’t <b>even </b>look back.


    She bolted.


    Like a hunted <b>animal </b>finally released from the cage.


    And I let her.


    I didn’t move. Didn’t call her back. Just stood there, jaw <b>tight</b>, fists clenched, watching her figure disappe until there was nothing left but silence.


    I didn’t know how long I stood there before I turned and sat beside the bed.


    into the hallway.


    The air in the room had grown heavy again, thick with the sterile scent of medicine and something deeper–grief.


    I reached out, fingers brushing <b>over </b>the outline of my sister’s face.


    Tessa’s cheeks had grown hollow.


    Her once bright eyes remained closed,shes unmoving, <b>sunk </b>into bruised shadows.


    So still.


    Too still.


    “I let her go, Tessa,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the curve of her pale brow. “Just like that. After everything she <b>did </b>to you. I let her walk.”


    I swallowed, throat dry.


    “Would <b>you </b>hate me for it?”


    But there <b>was </b>no answer<b>. </b>


    There never was


    Only the quiet hiss of the venttor. The steady beep of the machines. The crushing weight in my chest.


    I’d told myself for months <b>that </b>I hated Riley.


    <b>That </b>I wanted her to pay.


    But when I looked her in the eyes just now–saw how broken she was, how terrified, how ruined–I didn’t see a <b>predator</b>, I saw a ruin


    And still. I couldn’t figure out whether that made things better or worse.


    I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against the edge of the mattress. “I should’ve finished her,” I whispered.


    <b>3:35 </b>PM
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