Chapter 39 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

GALLAHAN’S POV

When I came to my senses, I found myself lying prone on a soft brocade couch, the back of my head pounding in ache.

“Fuck! What was that about?” I grumbled, putting a hand against my forehead.

“Let me ask you,” Zuleika seethed from where she sat on the armchair, which was adjacent to ...

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