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9. Second Escape, Bound Consequences

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Chapter 9: Second Escape, Bound Consequences

ETHAN’S POV

I hung in the underground chamber, my wrists aching from the chains that stretched my arms toward the ceiling, my ankles throbbing where the metal bit into my skin. My trousers still sagged around my thighs from Lucian’s earlier assault, my body flushed with the unwanted heat he’d ignited, my mind reeling from his ultimatum. Three months to fall in love with him—or die.

The words echoed in my skull, a death sentence I couldn’t accept. I couldn’t let a criminal own me, control my body, force me to surrender to the desires I’d buried so deep.

I glanced toward the gates, my heart leaping as I noticed they stood wide open, the hallway beyond dark and empty. No guards patrolled the corridor, no shadows moved in the dim light. I squinted at the small vent high on the wall, the only window to the outside, and saw the blackness of night beyond. It must have been late—everyone likely asleep, the cellar quiet. This was my chance.

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