He gave me my freedom.
I owed him a debt.

Tia

My eyes locked on his face. It was like staring at a statue. Stoic. Cold. Detached. Beautiful. Dangerous in every way. I should've listened to his warning.

He gave me my freedom.
I owed him a debt.

And he said if I didn't run ...
if he laid eyes on me again ...
I'd regret it.

Because if he ever found me,
he'd collect.

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