MOIRAI sat there, tied up in the dark room. They left my eyes open, but I couldn't see anything. My hands burned from the tightness of the rope around the chair. I looked around, hoping for some form of light. Still dark. I sucked in a breath. The mark burned hotly, seething like my wrist was on fire. I couldn't even see it, so I just stayed there, taking deep, short breaths, hoping that the pain went away. I thought of Jamie and where he might be, and if he'd even noticed I was gone. I thought of their encounter and how that had shaped how I saw him. What deal had they made that had to do with me?Why did he want me to leave and go back to the room? What exactly had they ended up talking about? I didn't even get the chance to find out, and now I am here. At the thought, I heard a door jam shut. “Well, well, well,” The voice filled the room immediately, loud and boisterous. “Who are you? Let me go.” I pulled at the rope, the burn searing even deeper now. Jamie had to be ve
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