Aria burst into Vikram’s grand chamber like a storm, the heavy curtains billowing behind her. Her chest heaved with fury, her breaths sharp and ragged. Fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms, she stood rigid. Her mind—usually razor-sharp on the battlefield—was utterly blank.
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