Chapter 117 What Wears His Face

FREYA

Nessa grabbed my wrist, her grip tight and urgent, and pulled me toward a side corridor away from the dispersing crowd.

“Nessa, you’re hurting me.”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t loosen her grip. “I need you to see something before I try to explain it. Words won’t be enough. Not for this.”

Kieran...

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