Chapter 143 In the line of fire

Zarek’s POV

I was running out of air. Not because I was tired—please, I was Zarek, exhaustion wasn’t in my vocabulary—but because panic had wormed its way into my chest, gnawing at my ribs like some rabid beast.

Where was she?

The hallways were chaos, the kind of chaos that left the walls trembli...

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