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Triss’s POV

Eknocked three times–bhard/b–before the door cracked open. Gatron’s bloodshot eyes met mine, panic etched on his face. “Get invider bQuickt /bbe he his grip strong as he pulled me in, mming the door behind i

The

anger outside was deafening yells, shouts, desperate demands from civilians and journalists, all wondering why Garron wouldn’t face them. He house felt like a prison, darkened by thick curtains and windows sealed shut. Even so, the noise still seeped in, a constant reminder of the bstoms /bbrew outside.

“What took you so long?” His voice was raw, hoarse from days of pressure

i stared at him, my expression stone cold. “I bwasn’t /bsure if I wanted to meet you. We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

His eyes widened, disbebel stretching across his features, “What the hell? You–no. You’re joking, right?” He stepped back, eyes darting to the shadows, his body a coiled mess of tension. “You bfucking /bbetrayed me, Triss! You handed over my ount book to Thorne and that bitch ra! I trusted you. Th?– this is how you repay me?”

I could feel the heat of his rage, but it only fueled the ice inside me. “I gave it to them. Voluntarily

His breath hitched, confusion flickering before the anger reignited. b“/bYou’re lying. We were in this together, Triss, What did they threaten you? This makes no sense.”

“No, Garron.” I met his eyes, voice steady. “bI’m /bnot lying. And we were never a team. You made sure of that when you used my family to control me. bYou /btreated me like:

e your fucking ve. You bthink /bI didn’t see through that?”

The words hit him hard, like ba /bbp /bacross his face. He froze, bhis /bposture tensing, his breath shallow. Then, with a howl, he charged at me, fists raised. The same fists that had hurt me so bmany /btimes before.

But I wasn’t the same anymore. I wouldn’t take it. Not this time.

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I caught his wrist easily, spinning out of his reach. With a grunt, I shoved him hard, sending him flying into the firece. The crash echoed in the silence

that followed.

Garron groaned as he hit the floor, curling into a ball, clutching his ribs. I stood over him, my chest tight but my voice bsharp/b. “You really thought wouldn’t fight back? You’re pathetic. You can’t even face ba /bfucking bear on your own, let alone me. The only thing you had left was my bfamily/b. Well, guess what, Garron?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You’ve lost that leverage. Now, I could snap your neck barehanded.”

p! Please–my father.”

His breaths were raggedb, /bhis face bpale/b, ba /bmixture of panic and fury. “Stop!

I cut him off with a sneer. “Your father wouldn’t hesitate to knock you down ba /bfew pegs if he saw you now. And stop using him to guilt trip me. I’ve bhad /b

enough.”

I shoved him back down into the corner, watching as his defeated form slumped. “Tell me

why you wanted to meet with me. What is it that you want?”

Garron looked up, no longer the brash, aggressive man I knew. He was a broken shell now, shivering in theer, eyes wide with fear.

“I can’t face the trials,” he croaked, the words spilling out. “You saw what happened with Lady Mi, The civilians my own people–they bear me

apart.

I stood there, arms crossed, unyielding. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

Garron reached for my pants with trembling hands, desperation thick in his voice “Please, Triss, get me out of here. I’ve get money hidden away. Help me get out of town, and I’ll make it worth your while. I swear.”

The disgust on my face was impossible to hideb. /b“So now you want to run? What about those you hurt? The soldiers who still believed in you? Don’t you owe them something? An apology? Anything?

Garron scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, “I don’t fucking care about them. I don’t care what they think?

His words were poison, wenom dripping from each syble. I clenched my first), trying to keep the rage in check. “What about the f The lives you ruined? Don’t you care about any of that?”

He didn’t even flinch. “No, I don’t,” he sheered. “I don’t give a damn about anything anymore, Triss All I care about is getting outb. /bThat’s

The utter disregard for everything he had done made my skin crawl, I was ready to walk out, to leave him in his pathetic state, when something caught

my beye/bb. /b

I pulled the brooch from my shirt, holding it up to his face. The moment he saw it, his eyes went wide.

“bWhat /bthe–7′′

I smirked. “Say hello to your soldiers, Gamos, I’ve been streaming this. Live.”

His face drained of all color as the reality hit him. “No… No, you wouldn’t…”

“You’re wrong, I already did.b” /bI turned the brooch in my fingers, watching as he sank deeper into the corner, realization dawning like a heavy weight

I leaned down, my voice cutting through the tense air. “Now who’s the joke on?”

Outside, the soldiers gathered, theirces grim and angry. Therge screen disyed Garron’s face–his weak, pitiful expression frozen in time. The murmurs began to rise, filled with disgust and betrayal.

can’t believer trusted him,” one soldier spat, his hands clenched into fists. “We thought he was one of us. He just–bhe /bbetrayed us all.”

“Yeah,” another muttered. “He took our money, promised us new gear, better btraining/bb… /band now this”

The crowd’s frustration grew louder, their voices blending into a roar. One man stepped forward, fury burning in his eyes. “Let’s go to Garron’s house. We’re getting that money back.”

The proposal hit like wildfire. Before long, the crowd surged toward the front gate, ready to storm Garron’s house.

From a distance, rs watched them, arms folded across her chest. Vessa stood beside her, concern furrowing her brow. “Aren’t you worried this will turn into a riot?” she asked, eyes scanning the mob.

ra’s response was a shrug, her gaze fixed on the chaos unfolding “The only thing I’m worried about is that they don’t kick Garron’s ass hard enough. Let’s follow them. The show’s just beginning”

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