Chapter Eleven — The Shirt and The Chains

MALIA

The moment I woke up, I knew someone was watching me. I could feel it—subtle, but sharp enough to raise the hairs on my neck.

My eyes snapped open and darted to the side.

Marcello.

The man from the factory.

He sat in an armchair right next to the bed, legs stretched out with ridiculous...

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