Malini had always known in her soul what her mission would make of her. She touched her fingertips to the flower beneath her blouse—a helpless gesture. She loved Priya. The feeling was dark and deep within her, with its own steady undercurrent, always reaching for her, always dragging her under. But she needed to win this war. Needed it more than tenderness or love, needed it with a fire that burned and burned and screamed in her heart sisters’ names. She needed it because her brother’s blade had found her and cut the goodness from her long before she’d ever learned the shape of a gentle,
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NOOOOO MALINI
