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Chapter 143: The Promise

作者: David Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-05-22 23:31:37

Luciano’s POV – London, 2010

The cellar beneath the manor had become our default location. You could almost be certain to find Jose and me down there, no matter what time of the day it was. Needless to say, I loathed this place.

When mom was alive, this used to be a wine cellar. Now it looked like the kind of torture rooms I used to see in movies, when we were still allowed to watch movies, of course. Those days were far behind us now.

It was time for our midnight training again, and Jose an
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