Chapter 90

  • LUCA

The air in this shack was stagnant, smelling of dust and the faint, irritating scent of Nobregas. I stood in the middle of the room, my damp shirt clinging to my skin, watching him grab his pathetic bundle of blankets.

"Wait," I snapped.

Brandon froze, his hand hovering on the doorframe. He l...

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