HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME
“Seriously, what the hell is that sound? And what's game over?”
“Victory,” I said simply, dark amusement glinting in my eyes. “That’s what it sounds like when the tables turn.”
Elena stood up straighter. “What is it?”
“We have to hand you over,” I said, eyes locked on her. “Back to your rightful owner.”
“No one owns me!” she snapped, her voice sharp and defiant.
I didn’t argue. I just smiled because it was funny how she still believed that mattered.
“She’s going nowhere!” Raven and Freya barked in unison, like it was rehearsed.
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