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... heels creaked and groaned, I reached a horrifying conclusion: I might be worse off than cursed.

"Where are you taking me again?" I asked, for about the hundredth time.

Sabastine's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw. I could almost hear him curse under his breath, the words lost in the carriage's rumble. "The Dark Tower," he growled, his tone dripping with disdain. "You should be honored you were purchased by the Lycan King," he scoffed, looking away, his gaz ...

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