Chapter 111 She was a pawn

My breathing grew shallow and ragged, the damp, salty air of the docks burning the back of my throat. "No," I whispered. "No, no, no."

Before Lucien could even try to stop me, I was already moving, my feet stumbling over the wet asphalt toward the open door of the silver sedan.

"Sarah, stop," Luci...

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