Chapter 88 Pick Him Up

"He saved your camp," I snarled. I glared up at the vampire, my chest heaving with rage.

"He bought us time," Orson corrected. The Demon Prince did not wear his chaotic smirk. He watched the black veins spread across Isidore’s forehead with grim fascination. "But he is lost, Queen Victoria. The ang...

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