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This had to be one of the worst times of Silas' life. Chained to a wall in a Fey dungeon, betrayed by an ex-girlfriend. Of course, that last part was nothing new—he wasn't what the ladies would refer to as boyfriend material—he was more of the one-night-stand-bad-boy-turned-asshole-the-next-day material. So while he did get laid a lot, it never turned out well.
No, the worst part was being outsmarted by a Fey.
He felt his demonic rage boiling up, and he let it cook.
He had let his guard down, and he had been betrayed by a friend. That's what happens when you trust. He should have known better; in his world everybody is out for themselves.
He flexed his back and arms, muscles tightening and twisting. The metal chains creaked.
He had been getting soft lately. Living with mort
