Page 72 of Aurelian Prisoner

“Let’s get my weapons reactivated first,” I respond, ignoring his promise about my sister. I need to see through this man – and by reactivating my implants, he’ll have demonstrated how much he trusts me.

But even that show of faith worries me. This Aurelian has found the one person his triad were purposed to spend their thousands of years of life searching for – their Fated Mate. It was a one in a billion chance that we’d ever meet – one intenbillion.

Which means, Daccia might tell meanythingjust to manipulate me into staying with him and his battle-brothers. Hehasto.

Surely, he knows how slim the chances are that we’ll ever find my sister, or even a trace of her.

I can’t let his promise distract me from his ultimate goal – to keep me chained to him and his battle-brothers, metaphorically; if notliterally.

Daccia wants me to be reliant on him – heneedsme to be.

I’m a master manipulator – I can admit that. But men try to manipulate women in different ways. Daccia must think he’spretty-fucking-cleverto have found theoneweak spot in my emotional armor. I now regret telling him about my little sister. I regret giving the alien warrior leverage he can use against me.

I mustneverforget that he’s my captor.

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