Chapter 89 The Last Roar from the Desert’s Guardian

Morning bled into night.

Nadja’s mind remained a fractured kaleidoscope of Gabriel and Drew. Sensing her distraction, Roth leaned against a stone pillar and tossed an empty beer can into the trash with a hollow clank.

"One thing at a time, Romanoff," the demon muttered. "Finish this job. Then, I swe...

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