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It had been two weeks since I woke up at home. Those two weeks hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park, but the nightmares were beginning to fade. The suffocating feeling of drowning—of being completely lost—was slowly ebbing away. And I couldn’t have been more grateful.

The love my family showered me with was overwhelming—in the best way possible. I was happy. I was home. I was content.

But of course, there was one very glaring problem.

Lucifer King.

The guy was relentless. He refused to give me even a shred of freedom. Not even a quiet walk within the safety of our compound was permitted without him lurking nearby. And it was starting to wear me down. Like right now—I was seconds away from snapping. He wouldn’t let me be. I just needed some solitude.