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The Red Keep’s shadows swallowed the corridor as Daemon pinned his niece against the cold stone, his violet eyes burning with a mix of fury and dark amusement. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and tension. He had heard her confession—her lie to save him—and now he held her captive in the dim light. “It wasn’t you,” he rumbled, his voice low and dangerous, ignoring her struggle. She hissed back, challenging him as a dragoness would a wildborn, but he only bared his teeth. With a dismissive shove, he turned away, his silhouette melting into the darkness, leaving her trembling with rage and anticipation.