Chapter 22

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Sierra’s POV My eyes flickered open to see I was staring at the dark ceiling. Turning my head, it was clear I was back in Mathew's room; the only difference this time was that my hands and feet were bound to the bed, keeping me from moving more than a couple of inches. It must have been wolfsbane someone had injected me with when I reached the bottom of the stairs, probably a warrior that Mathew had alerted. "You're awake," came Mathew's low voice from nearby. He was sitting in a large black leather armchair near the bed, a glass of whiskey in his hand. I only gritted my teeth and glared at him before remembering I needed to play a part. "It's been a long time since you tried to escape." "I'm sorry," I lied, trying to muster up a few tears. "I got scared when you came in; I thought yo

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