Chapter 45 Damn Me, Damn You

“Fck, fck, damn you.” Calasta yelled, throwing the last vase at the wall, her knees pressed to the ground, her eyes glowing a darker shade of red as she panted in deep short bursts like she was having a seizure of some sort.

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After spending half a century wishing The Sovereign woul...

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