“Please,” I whispered. “Please just leave me alone.” Kiran’s eyes aged to coal. His knuckles bulged white on his clasped hands, shaking against the cracked marble, sending a rumble through the wall on which my skull rested. Fear coursed through me. Was this it? His breaking point? The part where he pinned my throat to the wall and consumed me in his rage? “As you wish,” he said, his voice crackling and dry as it scraped the bubbling air. He pushed himself from the wall, his towering form casting a shadow over me even as he stepped backward into the middle of the hall. It was almost as if, when
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