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Harmony flinches. “I meant… she’s done everything you’ve asked.”

I step forward, slow and deliberate, until I’m inches from her.

“And so have you,” I whisper. “Which is the only reason you’re still breathing.”

Her lips part, but no sound escapes.

I brush a finger down her jaw—gently.

Then turn away like she means nothing.

Because shedoesn’t.

Not right now.

“Reese,” I bark. “Lock them both in the west wing. No shared rooms. You sleep in the hall.”

“You got it.”

I toss him the keys.

“Food is in the cold room. Two meals a day. Lights out at eight. No internet. No phones. I want them treated like livestock—not lovers.”

Reese catches the keys. Doesn’t argue.

I nod toward the door. “Now go.”

They move—Brooke silent, Harmony lingering just a second longer. Her eyes meet mine.

And I let her see it. What I did tonight. What I’m capable of.

She looks away first.

Smart girl.

The door slams shut.

I exhale slowly and turn back toward Enrique, who’s fitting the first cuff around Anya’s wrist. She groans under her breath, still half-dazed, lashes fluttering.

We’re almost there.

By tonight, the Golden Hollows will be complete.

By the end of the month?

They’ll be empty.

And my hands?

Drenched in gold.

Then… we do it all over again. And again. And again.

I always fucking win.

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