Don't think this changes anything, she says, her voice sharp like the flickering candlelight around her. Water drips from her fingertips, and the steam rises in a gentle haze. Rivals we are, and rivals well stay—even if you did toss me in your bathtub. The room is filled with tension, yet her tone betrays a flicker of something more, an unspoken challenge waiting to ignite.
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