Chapter 133: A Fisherman

ISAIAH

Tamara lay there, limp, her head tilted to one side. Blood ran down from a small cut near her temple, staining her hair. Her face was pale.

My whole body froze for a second. Everything in me stopped working.

Then it hit me all at once. Fear. Rage. Panic.

“Tamara,” I said, my voice breaking...

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