Chapter13 You can fucking do this

Maeve Thorne

The biometric choker ripped me from sleep with a shrill alarm. I’d barely gotten two hours on that shitty folding bed.

The screen flashed: Master summoning. Bathroom. Now. 60 seconds.

My heart slammed against my ribs. The fresh mint-leaf tattoo on my neck still burned. I ran barefo...

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