Chapter 8

OMARI

The lock clicked behind us, sealing Kael and me in with them, but before Leighton could gloat, a sound cut through the hallway. Sharp, feminine, commanding.

“Omari?”

My mother’s voice.

Every muscle in my body went rigid.

Aston froze mid-step, Kael still dangling from his grip. Leighton’...

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