Chapter 17 Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Elion Moore.

“Murderer!”

“Kill him!”

“Hang his head on a spike!”

“Skin him alive!”

The voices in my head grew wild. Angry. Thirsty for my blood. Hungry for my flesh. For my life.

I woke up with a start.

Drenched from my sweat.

My mouth opened as I was panting hard and fast.

My h...

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