CHAPTER 31 INFATUATED
POV Jasmine We descended into the damp, freezing cellar like a silent funeral procession. Cillian was sitting awkwardly on the heavy torture chair, looking precisely like a man who had entirely accepted his impending execution. When we lined up outside the iron bars and informed him of the grand plan, he actually threw his head back and laughed. "Wine and dine? Well, well," he said, standing up and casually dusting the damp straw off his knees. "Certainly beats the 'choke and poke' routine you lot were running earlier. Besides, more time spent with Mercy and I could die a thoroughly happy man. Tell me, does she come with the meal, or is she the dessert?" My smile turned razor-sharp. I stepped forward, intentionally loosening the restraints on my weave, not just a minor leak this time,
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