Rosko, Mandy - Mate Of The Wolf (Siren Publishing Classic) - Plot & Excerpts
Her eyes scanned for anything breakable, but she found nothing that looked expensive. No porcelain bowls, shiny knickknacks, iPad, nothing. The guy had nothing that looked remotely expensive for her to destroy. Just plain wooden furniture, some of it badly painted and peeling. There were also some rosaries of a similar, bulky wooden design hanging, one on each of the four walls—must be a devoted Catholic or something—but for the sake of her soul, she left them alone. Still, holy relics aside, she had to vent her anger on something. She had to knock something over, so she settled for the table and chairs. Watching them crash down brought her a temporary satisfaction, but not freedom. There was a big wooden beam in the middle of the cabin. Her chain was locked around it. She tugged, pulled, and scratched, but it did not weaken. She broke one of her pretty manicured nails instead, but she kept right on trying. A sob broke out of her throat as she snapped her third nail trying to break free.
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