CHAPTER 54

ALINA

Every inch of me ached—my wrists from the rope burns, my jaw from where I'd clenched it too tightly, and my chest... my chest throbbed with something I couldn't name.

Fury.

Helplessness.

But worst of all?

Hope.

God, I hated that.

Hated him for putting it there.

The man who ripped me ...

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