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I’ve spent the past few hours tre uncontrollably froel Montoya had eon, completely at his mercy and all he did was ask me some questions

Still, the endless terrifying possibilities of what could have happened toto h erously frayed, scared for my life and completely pissed off

How dare he?

Sure, Angel may be rich and powerful, but who the hell treats anyone like he just treated me? No one deserves that, not even him

The only reason I even dared to give hiured it was my one way out of those cold chains—keep the o unharmed well, not completely unharmed

I rubankles

He barely asked el must already know that I don’t have any serious connection to theine he has an ar there is to know

So, why is he fucking with me like this?

I haven’t had the energy or focus to think much about it

Suddenly, h of relief escapeslips when a portly old maid waddles into my bedroom

At least it’s not Angel again

“Dinner time, Ms Catalina,” the , and her sweet tone is a welco timber

I force myself to roll over and sit up on the side of the bed “Dinner?” I ask, confused I’ fed now?

“Yes,” the maid nods “Downstairs in 15 ed into soestures towardssince I was dragged here yesterday

My heart drops as I process the request First, I’ to have to share aanywhere anytime soon