Chapter 100 A Bird Startled by the Mere Twang of a Bowstring

He stepped onto the balcony, the gentle breeze doing nothing to ease the restlessness churning inside him.

Oliver's hand went to his pocket almost automatically, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

He didn't normally smoke—only when the frustration became too much to bear. Like now.

Meanwhile, Aur...

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