The Glided Cage

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Glided Cage

The rain in Paris was a total cliché, but Merrick was living it. Soaked to the bone, his black shirt stuck to his abs but he didn't even feel the cold.

The only thing he could feel was the frantic beat of his heart, a drum solo against his ribs.

Elliot. E...

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