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Owen merely chuckled, folding his arms as he watched me with infuriating amusement. “We’ll see about that.”
I turned away, my chains rattling as the wagon jerked forward.
I didn’t look back again.
Because this wasn’t the end.
One day, I would return.
And when I did—Owen would learn what true regret felt like.
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