The Past's Pantheon

“Kill you?” Leandros asked, looking around. “No… that would be kind, and wasteful.”

He crouched down and lowered his voice. “For what you did to me, I might kill you. What you did to Kevyn for years? My father?” His eyes bulged as he stared up at him. “Your death won’t even begin to cover it.” Leand...

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