Chapter 97
Author: Gem
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Davion’s head was still buzzing, but this time, it wasn’t from pain — it was from power.

Real power.

The kind that didn’t ask permission.

The kind that lived under your skin and waited for the moment you finally stopped pretending to be weak.

He didn’t know what exactly snapped — maybe the chain, maybe something inside him — but suddenly the cuffs didn’t feel so tight anymore. They were warm now. Almost soft. Like the metal didn’t know whether to fear him or obey him.

He pulled again — slower this time — and one of the shackles creaked.

“Come on,” he muttered, “just give me this.”

Another tug.

Clang.

The metal broke.

Just like that.

His arm dropped free, heavy and sore, but he didn’t care. He looked down at the bloody scrape it left and grinned through the sting.

“One down.”

His other arm took a little longer, but once he was free, he stumbled forward and leaned against the stone wall, catching his breath. Everything hurt. But he was out.

For now.

His dad would come back. He always di
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