Chapter 67 67. WHISPERS

SERAPHINA

Mist.

That was all I could see, and then…

“Seraphina Nightbane, you should have run.”

Dante.

He was smiling.

Half of his face was torn away and flapping, blood gushed down his neck and muscular chest. Yet somehow, he didn’t falter. His stance remained strong. His twisted smile never ...

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