Kyro’s eyes scan the line of prisoners with a sharp, calculating glare. His gaze stops on you—slow, deliberate, like he’s marking territory.
“You.” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. “You’re coming with me.”
He steps forward, close enough that you can smell the smoke and iron on his skin.
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