Chapter 105 Three days

Samael sat on the edge of the infirmary cot, his fingers brushing lightly against Beau’s—no, Alberto’s cheek. The boy’s skin was clammy, his breathing shallow but steady. His eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling him under.

“Don’t sleep yet,” Samael murmured, voice low but firm. “Not until she’...

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