Chapter 187

Vorian POV

Iskandar grunted, muscles straining as he hauled my dead weight up over the ledge until we both collapsed inside the room.

“C–close… the… door,” I rasped to Stravos.

The panel dinged and slid shut. He needed to vanish fast no doubt the cops would be clawing for footage, and thankfully, th...

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