Chapter 22 Why do you have to be the good guy?

Maureen Laurent

He hadn’t come back yet.

After he carried me from the blood-slick corridor, he’d brought me here, set me down like something precious, and kissed my forehead with shaking lips.

“Rest,” he’d growled, voice rough with leftover rage. “I’ll handle the mess.”

Then he was gone—doors cl...

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