Chapter 112 112. In Blackridge

Theo

“So, are you and Elliot a thing?” I say, stepping over a twisted and arched branch.

Ransom raises a brow. “Really?”

I shrug. “Just making conversation.”

We’re making good timing. Elliot's warrior, Sigrid, is a stoic male with a shock of white hair mixed in with the black at the temples and fro...

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