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6. Maya
CALEB “If I am not a prisoner, what is my place here?” Her words kept reverberating inside my head as I headed back to my room and reached for the liquor shelf. Pouring a glass of amber liquid for myself, I rested on the recliner. There was something about her that was pulling me, something that made my animal alive within the confines of my dark heart and it was killing me every moment not to figure out about it. Maybe because she was a victim of the rogues that pulled me, but even then it did not seem enough. The natural instinct to protect her grew within me with every passing second. It was not fully night yet and I had still work to do, yet I found myself retiring a little early than usual. It was unlike me, but somehow, my mind has been far too occupied lately, making it imposs
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