Chapter 17 The Ghost In The Hall

CALLAHAN.

“More wine, Alpha?” the servant asked, his voice trembling as he hovered a silver pitcher over my goblet.

“Fill it,” I muttered, my gaze fixed firmly on the polished mahogany of the head table.

“You are drinking too fast, my love,” Lilith chided softly, her manicured hand sliding over m...

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