Chapter 42 The Taste of Blood and Devotion

Thalira

Tch.

Die before the end of this week? More like she was going to die in a matter of minutes.

I scoffed internally, resting my head against Azrael’s solid chest as he carried me toward the doors of the inner keep.

Seraphina was suspended from a wooden post, her back turned to bloody ribb...

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