hes as I stood at the edge of the marble steps, trembling
been
no shackles. Just a signature my father's and
to swallow me whole. High gates. Black steel. Wind
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s name in headlines, whispered like a myth among the powerful and feared. Now
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, dark suit immaculate, eyes
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our eyes met, I knew I knew
as per
ied a deadly edge. "What I want is simple. Obedience.
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anything that isn't yours. And remember, you're not
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u'll join me. Wear something decen
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that the girl he bought wasn'
d regret ever la