Pawn of Fate
Orion Steele
It wasn’t Mary… no, that voice was too deep.
My pulse quickened, fear creeping in. Who else knew I was here?
Nobody. Then... How...?
“Maybe Mary sent someone…” I whispered, unsure, caught between the urgency of the moment and the threat closing in. My body tensed, uncertain.
I was seconds away from responding when the masked man pressed his palm over my mouth, his silent command clear: listen.
My heart pounded, torn between fear and arousal, as footsteps echoed outside the restroom door.
"Emilia, are you there?" The voice was closer now, followed by the shuffle of several people. More than one.
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