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Daniel’s body ached, but it was welcome pain. It distracted from the much more profound anguish that lay beyond his physical injuries.
They’d left him here, in some side-room of some empty house not far, but far enough, from the rest. Hamal had untied him from the chair, but still, he sat there, head to chest.
What had he done?
His mind burned. Shame and guilt, anger and depression swirled together to form some new torture for his emotional turmoil.
Had he really just plunged down this path for self-sabotage?
No, Hamal’s theory was rubbish. She was dangerous. Dangerous enough that she’d scared herself. He’d seen that clear as day. Once the monster inside was chained, when it was Dee again looking out from those blue eyes—
He’d watched her wrangle it under control; watched her cag
