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(Aurora’s POV)
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I was asked or more like forced to wait for that friend of Logan to arrive. Both Logan and Hector ignored my plea to ask them to let me go.
While seated in a dark room with leather furnishing, my eyes were scanning for ways to get out from the luxurious-looking prison room that they had kept me waiting. I was in agony of the mental suffering that Logan had done to me for the past few hours.
Was this some sort of a test to break me into talking? I smirked at that thought.
I was a trained member of the NightShade. Such ways of torture were something I could stand with. Luke had trained me well not to give in to temptation or manipulative sort of mind games.
‘You can’t deny that he is our Mate, Aurora.’
‘I would rather die than let him mark me to be his! So, stop tr
