A growl of frustration echoed from my throat, and I strode back toward the kitchen. Impatiently, I pushed a loose curl off my cheek and glared at Samkiel. He leaned against the long island, biting into a fruit with a stark green interior. “Are you done?” he asked. “Let me out of this godsdamned place,” I snapped, lunging forward and slamming my hands down on the counter. “No.” He watched me and took another bite, his posture relaxed. My eyes flicked to the doorway near the large fridge. A shadowed hall lay beyond. That was why I couldn’t find an exit. It was behind him. My gaze met his as he
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