"If I cannot have it, no one can."
—Unknown
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Tilana had never been good at sharing.
Not her victories.
Not her possessions.
And certainly not Lily.
Lily was hers.
Hers to find.
Hers to shape.
Hers to control.
And Zane was getting in the way.
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She should have known something was wrong when she sent the mercenaries.
It was supposed to be easy. A simple test.
If Zane died—good. If he survived, then at least he'd be too broken to be a threat.
She expected him to run.
She expected him to beg.
She expected him to suffer.
She did not expect Lily to step in.
And she definitely did not expect Lily to save him.
Tilana had spent months building Lily's dependency. Months pulling her closer, making her trust, making her hers.
And now?
Lily was protecting him.
Tilana's pet was guarding someone else.
And that was unacceptable.
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Her father had always said jealousy was a weakness.
Her mother had taught her that it was a weapon.
And right now?
Tilana was done playing fair.
If she couldn't have Lily, she would ruin her.
If Lily wanted to cling to Zane, then she would rip them both apart.
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The higher-ups were cautious about Lily.
They wanted her, yes. But they were afraid.
Tilana wasn't.
She had spent enough time with Lily to know how she worked.
And she knew exactly how to lure her in.
Her mother arranged the meeting. Negotiated the deal.
Tilana made her offer:
"I will bring Lily to you."
And in return—
They would let her watch.
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The message had to be perfect.
Not desperate. Not forced. Just enough truth to make Lily come running.
"I need you."
"I'm trapped."
"They'll kill me."
The words
didn't even feel like lies.
And when she sent them, she knew—
Lily would come.
Lily always came.