Chapter 8 : The Scent Of Betrayal

The alarm was a rhythmic, pulsing scream that made the very air in the room feel jagged. Caspian’s hand was a vice around Kael’s throat, his knuckles white, his eyes glowing with a feral, predatory gold that had nothing to do with being human. Kael, pinned against a wall that was already cracking un...

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