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Aria’s POV.

Zander’s grip on my wrist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like steel clamps. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and unrelenting, and his words came out sharp and cold. “Answer the question,” he barked, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.

I yanked at my arm, twisting and pulling as hard as I could, but it was no use. His grip didn’t budge