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    I, too, was taken aback for a brief moment, realizing what I had just done—striking a Lycan prince. But regret never came. I lifted my chin and met his gaze with unflinching defiance.


    “You can just kill me,” I said.


    Surprisingly, calm settled over me as the words left my lips. If my life was only meant to be a weapon for others, then death would be my release.


    But Dominic didn’t respond. He didn’t get angry or retaliate. He simply stared at me, his dark eyes giving away nothing of his thoughts.


    We stood in silence, locked in a tense battle of wills.


    When he made no move, I let out a bitterugh.


    “If you won’t kill me, then I’m done with you.”


    Disgusted with him and everything he represented, I snatched back the token and turned to leave. I couldn’t bear to stay near him another moment.


    Not knowing the streets outside the bar’s back door, I had no choice but to retrace my steps. My feet carried me back inside, toward the front door, desperate to escape.


    The noise inside remained unchanged, a dull roar of chatter andughter, as if the world hadn’t just shattered for me. Everyone was caught up in their own little worlds, oblivious to the storm raging inside mine.


    But none of it mattered. I moved through the crowd like a ghost, numb and lost, my mind far away from the clinking sses and carefreeughter. Regret and sorrow gnawed at my heart, the weight of the token in my hand like a shard of ss, cutting deeper with every step.


    This was something yton had given me—a token I had always kept close, afraid to lose it, cherishing it like a lifeline. But now, it had turned into a weapon in Dominic’s hands. Without this token, Dominic wouldn’t have been able to use me as the de to hurt yton.


    It was all my fault! How could I have been so blind, so naive, to think Dominic brought me here without some twisted purpose? I should have seen it, should have known better.


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    yton’s words echoed in my mind—how he wanted to take me away, how he would wait for my answer. He had been so genuine, so sincere, and in return, I had betrayed him like this. Now, he must despise me with every fiber of his being…


    Lost in these thoughts, I stumbled forward, barely aware of my surroundings, until I crashed into someone.


    “Watch it! Are you blind?”


    A voice snarled above me as I was shoved aside, hitting the floor before I even knew what had happened.


    I looked up, and there was Frank, his arm wrapped around a woman who seemed to be melting into him, both of them tangled in each other’s intoxicated embrace. Frank’s bleary eyes widened slightly when he saw me, and he slurred out, “Makenna, what the hell are you doing here?”


    I didn’t have the patience or energy to deal with him right now. I pushed myself off the floor and tried to walk away, but Frank grabbed me, his grip firm and annoyingly persistent.


    “Makenna! Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me?”


    “Get lost!” I snapped, yanking my arm free. “Don’t touch me!”


    I stormed past him, desperate to get out of this ce that felt like it was suffocating me. But just as I neared the door, Frank staggered after me, catching up and grabbing my shoulder again.


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