.NADIR.My body ached terribly as the shackles were loosened from my wrists and feet. I glanced ahead, seething with irritation. Five years of running, of deflection, of defiance — and I was back to the point where it all started.The North Claw Pack.“Stare all you want, slave. This will be your new home,” Florian murmured as he strutted past me while the guard yanked at my arms, pulling me behind him.“Nadir! My name is Nadir — not some petty slave of yours!” I spat viciously, my eyes scanning the area for any blunt object I could use. First, I’d murder this bastard — then myself. I’d die with zero regrets.Now that I’d been in his proximity, death didn’t scare me anymore.“I didn’t ask for your name, slave,” he retorted sharply, his words cutting as a wicked grin settled on his lips.We pushed our way in silence to his chambers — one I knew all too well from my weeks of cleaning the room.“Leave us,” he ordered the guard, and my heart sank on hearing those words.I lurched backward
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