Chapter 111 111. PRETTY DOLL

SERAPHINA 

The elevator opened with a hiss, and I barely had a second to breathe before the man’s grip tightened on my wrist again.

His fingers dug in like iron. No escape.

“Let’s go, pretty boy,” he said with a twisted grin, yanking me out into darkness that stank of filth, wine, and rotting des...

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