Robert’s grip on Sabrina’s wrist tightened for a moment, his knuckles white with restrained fury. Then, as if struck by the force of Miura’s unyielding gaze, he released her abruptly, as though her touch burned him. Sabrina staggered back, rubbing her wrist, but her eyes never left her brother’s face.

“You’ve changed, Sabrina,” Robert said, his voice low and cutting. “I barely recognize you anymore.”

He straightened, his shoulders stiffening as he glanced at Miura. “You’ve let her poison your mind,” he spat, his words directed at Sabrina but clearly meant for Miura.

Miura stepped forward, calm and composed, though her dark eyes flashed with an edge of defiance. “Lieutenant, it seems you are more skilled at creating enemies than protecting your kin.”

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“This has nothing to do with you,” Robert snapped, his tone dripping with condescension. “Stay out of family affairs, Courtesan.”

Miura’s expression remained serene, though her words carried a quiet venom. “Your family’s quarrels are spilling into my walls, Lieutenant. Do not mistake my hospitality for weakness.”

Sabrina stood between them, the tension crackling like an approaching storm. “Stop it, both of you,” she said, her voice trembling with frustration. “This isn’t about family or hospitality. It’s about control.”

Robert turned his cold gaze to her, his jaw tightening. “You think you’ve found freedom here? With her?” He gestured to Miura, his contempt clear. “You’re a fool, Sabrina. These people will use you and discard you the moment it suits them.”

Miura raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with disdain. “And what of your people, Lieutenant? Would they not do the same to you, should your usefulness wane?”

Robert’s fists clenched, but he said nothing. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating, until Sabrina finally stepped forward, her voice quiet but firm. “You don’t understand, Robert. You never have.”