Chapter 47 47. Human weapons

Aria

The world narrows to the road, the engine, and the sound of my own heartbeat trying to claw its way out of my chest.

The smell of the Chinese I picked up fills the car, and for a moment, my mind narrows in on the smell.

Great. Now shrimp and broccoli are going to be ruined for me, too.

“What t...

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