Chapter 113 Chapter 113

NAVIRA

Elian marched toward the back of the building, his long strides forcing me to practically jog on my good foot to keep up. Parked beneath a rotting lean-to shelter was the “Jeep.”

It wasn't a modern wrangler like we expected . It was a faded, battle-scarred 1990s Cherokee, painted a miserab...

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