Una
Declan’s jaw went rigid. For a long moment, the silence between us felt heavier than his threat. His boots cracked against the concrete as he moved toward the bars, each step deliberate and final. When he unlocked the cage, the shriek of metal was a raw scream, warning me to run. I didn’t. I remained still, watching him close the distance with that cold, quiet fury that seemed uniquely his.
He stepped inside, and the very air grew thick.
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