RAGNA POV...
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"Please… can you do your thingy on me too?"
I had already heard the rumors by then—how people whispered behind our backs, how even though my family was branded as cursed, humans would always find an excuse to trample on someone they thought was already dead.
Because nothing angered them more than watching a so-called ruined family slowly start to look better, healthier, happier with each passing day, a sight that acted like poison to their tongues and knives to their pride.
"…Fine," I finally said after a long pause, exhaling softly.
"But only under the usual conditions—no one must ever know about this except you and me, not even Gustav."
Father hesitated, his brows knitting together as worry flickered across his face at the mention of that name, but after a brief silence, he nodded firmly, as if he understood that this was not a request, but a boundary that could never be crossed.
