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NORA I didn’t want this. The moment Sylvester said I would work with Logan, my whole body tensed in resistance. I wanted no part in this. Not with him, not with Sylvester, not with Mira hovering over me like a vulture. I was tired of the mind games, of the betrayals, of being pulled between forces greater than me. All I wanted was to exist on my own terms, without anyone trying to control me. But then Mira spoke. I saw the way her face twisted in frustration, the way her eyes darkened with jealousy. She didn’t want me anywhere near Logan. The idea of me working with him unsettled her, and I didn’t need to ask why. So I said yes. Not because I wanted to. Not because I thought it was a good idea. But because Mira hated it. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. Sylv