I AM YOURS TO PLAY
I said, my voice low, skeptical, my eyes narrowing as I stood, my legs dragging through the floorboard, the pain shooting through my leg.
The guard nodded, his face a blank slate, unlocking the cell, the door screeching open like a rusted gate. A smirk curled my lips, sharp and haunting, a predator’s grin breaking through the haze of confinement. Hayes and Viktor had done it—pulled strings, greased palms, swapped me for Lucian Moretti, the FBI’s prize catch. Ethan thought he’d buried me, but I was free, and I’d make him bleed for it. I limped forward, my pulse a drum of vengeance, the guard’s boots echoing behind me as we moved through the prison’s maze.
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