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Ep10

Antiope

It is not the jet lag. It is the realization of what has happened as I look out the window of Magnus’s private jet. The landscape is breathtaking but it’s not home. Not home. The thought makes my stomach tied in knots but with Magnus sitting across me, studying my every move I am not going to reveal any emotion.

“You are staring at me,” I say.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“You are making me annoyed.”

I glance at him with the corner of my eye. He hasn’t slept at all, reading reports and conferring with his guards in that annoyingly perfect language of his. It was the only good thing in the whole flight. That and the fact that Magnus seems to be a workaholic. That works great with my plan to avoid him like the Devil avoids Holy Water.

“We are landing in a while,” Magnus passes a few papers to one of his guards that he never even introduced to me. “We are going straight to the pack house.”

“I want to call my family.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Even fucking prisoners get a freaking ph
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