Chapter 200 Book 3

Cillian

TWELVE YEARS AGO—A DARK STREET ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF DUBLIN, IRELAND

“Tá ocras fooking orm.”

Translation: I’m fucking starving.

Sean gives me a sidelong glare. His thick blond eyebrows knit together in a grimace.

Another person might have been intimidated. But I’ve spent eighteen years se...

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