Chapter 142

JACE

I COULD STILL taste blood—his or mine, I didn't know. Didn't care.

Andrei's grip on my jacket didn't loosen. He didn't say a word, didn't let me breathe, didn't look at me like a man should. He dragged me.

Out of the alley. Across the street. Into the mess of traffic and neon and people...

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