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my thoughts cleared. My arms and legs were chained while I lay on my side. A cloth was put across my lips, and a sack was slung over my head. I'd guess there were three pers

s I pondered where I was being transported. People were never taken out of the "safe house" until they were about to be murdered. I made an ef

what it was like. Hope was perilous. Hope gets the better of me. It leads to my death. It ignites a little flame inside me that can only be

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umbling. A strong hand grasped my arm, followed by another, and I was pushed to my feet. If the cor

omach fell with a familiar sensation. We were taking an elevator up. My heart pounded faster. I was at a loss for words. My heart wa

sound of heavy pounding music and voices for a brief period before the sound of

That voice was the catalyst for my downfall, the only monst

ttempting to adapt my eyes to the brightness. I hadn't seen something that brilliant in a long time. I glanced up once I could see without

After all this time, he was standing right in front of me. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself soo

ed my life. He was just the loser in their transaction. He didn't think I was

ing, you feel nothin

, I reminded myself. I raised my eyes to Antonio. My eyes were cold and soulless as if they were haunted. He grinned. "I see Damien

ep was to allow myself to forget or let go. My flame was attempting to get stronger as Antoni

asn't a breeder. He was mistaken about my having whatever heir he believed I would have. My father had no idea about my medical condition. Violet was the only one who knew. Violet, Viole

son that I need him in my office." "I have a small gift for him," he told one of the guards, wh

lian accent never faltering, but he

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