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Chapter 149: The Fugitive

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Edward

The grandfather clock in the corner of my study chimed twice. The two soft, metallic thuds reminded me just how long I’d been awake. It's the only furniture I hated in my study room. But it had to be there as a gift passed on from my great great father.

I hated the sound as well.

But tonight, it suited me.

Tonight, every tick was a reminder that I was not sleeping because somewhere out there…

Myles—the man I fed, housed, trusted—was running for his damn life.

Which was quite okay with me.

Let the bastard run until his legs turn numb and break.

I sat in my leather armchair, a glass of my expensive gin dangling from my fingers. The liquid glowed under the desk lamp.

I have over fifty of my men out there—every last one of them who wasn’t guarding my estate—scattered across the country like unleashed wolves.

All hunting one target.

One traitor.

One ghost who had somehow lived inside my walls without me smelling the rot.

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

It's been all these
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