CHAPTER FORTY-ONEFINNI lapped at my dried lips, my wrists and ankles hurting from been tied up.Who would have thought Oliver wanted...a shudder ran through me as I remembered all the things he had said.My vision grew blurry, tears of frustrations welling up.How had I missed it?The look in his eyes was...craze-filled. I had to get out of his room. He had stepped out after his declaration, not before he had touched my cheek.It had felt revolting, my insides tightening with disgust.I shook away the memory, my focus returning to the knife that was on the table few steps away from me.I scooted closer to the table, my body singing with pain but I ignored it.No one was going to hear if I screamed for help; Oliver had an entire wing of the pack house to himself.Apart from that, it would simply alert him to the fact that I was trying to escape.I managed to get on my knees after fumbling with balance a few times.My hands and feet were starting to go numb from the loss of blood cir
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