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~Lisa's POV
Ramon stepped forward, his tone cold and dismissive. "Go back to your post, Lisa. Now."
Damon added, "We'll decide what to do with your little lover later."
I felt my throat tighten. "Please…he's not…"
Kael's glare cut me off like a blade. "I said go."
I stood there for a moment, stunned, helpless. My mouth opened again, but nothing came out. They weren't going to let me speak. They didn't want the truth, they already believed what they wanted to believe.
I looked at each of them, desperation clawing at my chest. They didn't know Milo. He didn't deserve this. He was kind. He treated me like a human being. And now because of a that, he might die.
But they didn't care. None of them did.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to bow my head even as the shame and panic burned through me. "Yes, sir," I whispered, and turned to leave.