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Myra

Oh, she’s too clever for her own good.

Every time she messes up with Zarek, she pulls this little act—falls “sick” like clockwork. And suddenly, she’s the center of his world again, lying there all helpless, twisting him around her finger.

The way she plays it is almost too perfect. She must have some kind of dark magic, because it looks so convincing—her pale face, her lifeless body. If I di