ARIELLA DAVENPORT…..A sudden splash of ice-cold water shocked me awake.I gasped, blinking through the blur, my body trembling against the freezing marble floor. My wrists burned where the silver chains bit into my skin. When my vision cleared, I saw him.Mikhail Volkov.The man everyone in the underworld feared—the one they called the Iron Wolf.He stood above me, dressed in black, his eyes sharp and cruel as frost.“Awake at last,” he said, his thick Russian accent slicing through the silence. His hand shot forward, gripping my jaw so hard I could feel the bruise forming. “Tell me, little dove, have you learned your lesson for defying the Master?”I stared back at him, refusing to flinch. “If you think I’ll ever bow to you,” I hissed, “then you haven’t learned who I am.”For a moment, his expression twisted—amusement, then fury. He released a low chuckle that made my stomach churn.“Such fire,” he murmured. “I’ll enjoy breaking that spirit.”He signaled one of his guards with the m
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