Chapter 227 The Reckoning: Klaus’s POV

Vance stayed on his knees in the cold gravel, his hands shaking in the mud.

Blood dripped from his torn lip onto the frayed collar of his shirt. He looked up at me, his breath coming in ragged gasps that smelled of sour wine and stale oats. His iron breastplate lay unbuckled in the dirt beside him,...

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