Tangled With The Fated Mates
Her smile faltered, and she tugged harder, but the door refused to budge.
A cold reality dawned on her: the cuffs may have failed, but the cell's magical containment held strong. "No, no, no," she muttered, frustration etching her face. Ariella pounded on the door, her fists clenched in rage. "Stupid, arrogant fools! They may have botched the cuffs, but they didn't mess up the containment." Her gaze frantically scanned the cell, searching for any weakness, but the enchanted walls and spell-warded tiles remained impassable.
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