She pressed the dagger harder, just enough to bite into his skin. “Now.” Torrin muttered a curse under his breath, then fumbled in his pocket before producing a key. He didn’t even try to meet my gaze as he held it out, and I extended my hands, the metal cuffs biting against my skin. The key scraped against the lock, a grating sound that sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and then, a click. The moment the cuffs fell away, I barely stifled a sharp inhale. Power surged beneath my skin, flooding through my veins like fire after a long winter. My magic. Wren lowered her dagger but didn’t
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