Lucien was calmed by her brothers. "She's fine. But, Neri, if you see something wrong, don't risk your life. Just tell one of us."
She lowered her head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you worried. I just thought Lucien wouldn't believe me, so I drank it first to check."
Lucien clenched his fists. "I would have believed you," he said, his voice hoarse. "You didn’t have to risk your life to prove something to me. Don't do that ever again... Neri?"
She swayed as her vision began to blur. She covered her mouth as she began to cough—and when she removed her hand, there was blood.
Perfect. The culprit would be caught now that the poison had been revealed.
She looked up to see her brothers' and Lucien's eyes filled with worry, panic, and horror.
Her vision blurred, but in that frozen moment, the world slowed around her—then collapsed inward.
A memory struck like lightning: She was nine, tied down, gagged, her throat raw from screaming as a bitter poison was forced down her mouth. Another time—twelve, maybe?—they had laughed when she convulsed in the dirt, foam spilling from her lips. “Again,” they said. “You’ll never be useful if you can’t survive this.”
Faces blurred. Hands held her down. One man clapped. Another kept a tally. No one stopped them. No one cared.
Pain. So much pain. Always alone.
But now—
Hands gripped her shoulders. Voices trembled with panic. Keir. Alen. Nathan. Even Lucien.
They cared.
Her heart clenched as her body gave out.
“...Oh…” she whispered, the word barely leaving her lips, eyes widening with something like wonder— And then, she collapsed.

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