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The bathroom light hummed a low, persistent note, casting a sickly pallor over the fogged mirror. Steam coiled from the shower, thick and damp, carrying the faint, sweet ghost of jasmine soap. A single handprint bloomed on the glass, pressed there from the other side. You stared, breath trapped in your chest, as the reflection shivered like disturbed water. Your own face dissolved, replaced by eyes that were ancient and gentle. Zephyr's voice slid into your mind, honeyed and toxic. "You've grown, little shadow." He called you his masterpiece, his daughter. Your fingers went bone-white on the sink's cold edge. "Stay out of my head." But he only smiled, asking about trust, about Sylas—the hunter with rose-gold hair. "Make her fall for you. It'll make the pain richer." Then he was gone. Th…