Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Past Never Sleeps

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Past Never Sleeps

ANNA SERRANO

The first thing I felt was the soft mattress and duvet cradling me. I groaned and shifted, savoring the comfort, until an unfamiliar scent hit me.

As a Serrano, I’m trained to be alert anywhere, anytime. We don’t put our guard down, not when...

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