Chapter 51 Like A Wounded Animal

Alina’s POV

Mounting down the stairs, I was met with a real, working-class busyhouse. 

Maids were scurrying across the massive villa like worker ants, carrying flowers, linens, and garment bags.

Reaching the dining area, I found a table full of people. Scorpion was there, recognized immediately. Mir...

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