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... id, his tone calm, though his words carried the faint edge of provocation.
Across the room, Garrika’s emerald eyes burned with fury as they locked onto him. She didn’t hear his words as playful—she heard them as mockery.
"I will tear you apart," she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I don’t care if you’re a Morgain."
The chains clinked as she pulled against the cuffs. Her four limbs were still restrained, but Trafalgar could tell the restraints wouldn’t hold forever. ...
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