Chapter 93

Abigail

The iron bars separating us were thick, rusted, and bolted into the stone like the universe itself wanted to make sure no one got in—or out. Probably both.

But Theo?

Theo looked about as concerned as someone lounging in a hammock, sipping lemonade.

He was chained at the wrists, his ankles sh...

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