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Allure Of Bondage

Gatrina’s POV...

Morgan’s evasiveness was a splinter under my skin, sharp and nagging. She sat on my bed, picking at her nails, dodging questions about the Underground like she was hiding a bruise. “It’s just… chaotic down there,” she’d said, eyes flickering away. Bullshit. She was holding back...