Lincoln’s POVWhat the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began.“I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.”The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop. He snapped new chains on my ankles and wrists, and I wondered, would this break if I turned into a werewolf?“Don’t even think about it.”My head rose. “What?”
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