Chapter Eighteen

The Real Rescue

I woke up groggy, my head pounding. My arms were sore, and when I moved, I felt the cold bite of metal against my wrists. Handcuffs. Again.

Damn it.

I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision. The room was different this time less damp, more structured. A basement, maybe? T...

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