Motherhood

CLEOPATRA’S POV

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, the lake waited for me. Still. Cold. A graveyard dressed in silver. And those violet eyes—they stared through me like shards of glass. The voice echoed long after I woke, slipping between my ribs and curling like smoke in my lungs.

‘Bri...

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