Chapter 7 WARTIME

POV - Hazel

“Where are you, Hazel?” Derek shouts over the deafening rumble of flying planes, exploding bombs and shotguns.

I want to call back, but the strong hand strangling my fragile neck is preventing me from doing so.

“Die, abomination!” the man chocking me hisses, his face full of disgust.

I ...

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