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Chapter 92
Ezra
Liam could have dropped an 'F' bomb and caused less shock than that sentence. I glanced at my Dad. His expression was stern.
This wasn't right, Liam going against Dad. What the hell had happened to him while we were gone? What nonsense had Nathan convinced him of now? Thinking of the war camp on the other side, waiting for Nathan to bring them over, the Gods only knew what that mad man wanted to do next.
"Oh, don't look so worried, Ezra. I've plans for you, too," Liam said, bringing my attention back to him.
Kastem growled and was echoed by another roll of thunder. The wind was howling through the trees now, and it was only a matter of time before the rain fell with force.
"I'm not worried about that," I lied to him. "I'm just trying to figure out what I'm supposed to tell Mom."
Surprise flickered over Liam's features. He lifted the knife and pointed it at me. "You won't be telling her anything."
Before I could figure out what to
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