Chapter 122 ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO

༺ VAELIA ༻

The men spread out, forming a loose circle around us.

The point man—the one with the serpent tattoo—stepped closer, his rifle hanging casually in one hand, like he didn’t think he’d need it.

“Well, well,” he said, looking me over with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. “The pri...

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