Chapter 88 The Birth of the Trinity

"The door is buckling! Rune, get your shoulder against the frame!"

Caspian’s scream was barely audible over the sound of splintering oak and the unnatural, metallic screeching of Lord Thorne’s shadow-knights. We weren't in a nursery; we were in a slaughterhouse. The master bedroom, once my sanctu...

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