Chapter 17 Thrown into Damiano’s World

The convoy moved like a beast of iron and shadow, tearing through the night. Black SUVs swallowed the roads, their engines a growl beneath the velvet darkness. Seraphina sat in the backseat of the lead car, silk gown torn, blood-speckled lace clinging to her skin. The scent of lilies and smoke still...

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