Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN
SERGEI tsk-tsked, “Predictable, Anya. God, you’re so boring. I’m starting to think it’s a Vescovi defect. All of you, docile, stupid cattles. I set the trap and you all just walk right into it.”
Still, he didn't grab me.
I spared the driver a few seconds' glance.
And….Oh.
He was a differ...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 THE BLOOD OF A DEMON SPLATTERED ON TARMAC
2. Chapter 2 TWO
3. Chapter 3 THREE
4. Chapter 4 FOUR
5. Chapter 5 FIVE
6. Chapter 6 SIX
7. Chapter 7 SEVEN
8. Chapter 8 EIGHT
9. Chapter 9 NINE
10. Chapter 10 TEN
11. Chapter 11 ELEVEN
12. Chapter 12 TWELVE
13. Chapter 13 THIRTEEN
14. Chapter 14 FOURTEEN
15. Chapter 15 FIFTEEN
16. Chapter 16 SIXTEEN
17. Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN
18. Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN
19. Chapter 19 NINETEEN
20. Chapter 20 TWENTY
21. Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE
22. Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO
23. Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE
24. Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR
25. Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE
26. Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX
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