Samuel barely managed to keep up as Caelin hauled him through the labyrinthine halls of the Mae's estate. The decor was as grand and imposing as the woman leading him: intricate woodwork, antique tapestries, and chandeliers that seemed to drip with opulence. It was a far cry from the dingy hideouts he was used to.
"You're really not giving me a choice here, are you?" he muttered, halfheartedly tugging at her grip on his arm.
Caelin didn’t slow down. "You had a choice. You chose to steal my car, get tied to me, and generally ruin my day. This is the natural consequence."
Samuel rolled his eyes. "Natural consequence, huh? What are you, my mom?"
She threw him a sidelong glance, her lips twitching upward. "Trust me, if I were your mom, things would be very different, wouldn't they?"
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