Chapter 32 I NEED YOUR HELP, IVANA

AVRIELLE'S POV

I crashed onto the expansive, silk-covered bed, my body aching in places I hadn’t even realized were bruised. The mattress, far too soft for a woman who had just been crawling through dirt and blood, felt like it was trying to swallow me whole. I couldn’t let it. I couldn’t let the e...

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