Chapter 107 Chapter one hundred and seven

Chiara

My grip tightened around the phone.

“Where is my brother?” I asked.

He chuckled softly. “Straight to business. No greeting? No ‘how have you been, Sebastian?’ I’m hurt.”

“Where. Is. My. Brother?” I repeated, almost shouting.

“Alive.” The knot in my chest loosened a bit.

“Not for long…” he...

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