IngridMorning came slowly, the kind that slips through the cracks of the blinds and warms the wood floors in silence. No screaming. No ropes. No secrets—at least for now.The scent of cooked meat and brewed coffee was enough to draw any mortal from bed, but I stayed curled under the blanket in the corner room upstairs, watching the sunlight play on the cabin walls. My thighs still ached faintly from last night. Not from pain. From everything else.I could hear them outside. The men.Jace’s voice was low and sharp, barking something about perimeter rotation. Jaxon cracked a joke in return. Rick, as always, said nothing until it mattered. He was probably sitting on the porch, smoking with that calm, unreadable look on his face.I was trying to count the birds outside when a soft knock came.Then the door opened with no regard to my permission.Rick.He didn’t say a word. Just stepped inside, a wooden tray in hand—hot breakfast, eggs, toasted bread, a few slices of fruit, and fresh oran
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