Chained.

Forgotten.

Wilful.

Proven useless in the breeding rooms, Gwynn is relegated to the tunnels for punishment. Left to toil—or maybe to die, if no master returns for her. If only she could let herself.

A desperate escape, the barest taste of freedom.

Only to find herself ensnared by another. Not as a thrall. Not as a drone.

But as something else entirely.

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He was helping her. Again. He wanted the best for her, even if her nerves made it difficult to eat as quickly as she should.

“All rig...