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Chapter 195 The Blood Price

作者: Judith GW
last update 最終更新日: 2025-03-27 10:47:58

Hilda

“Hilda, we already had an agreement. You had no right to gamble with your life that way. What if the demon didn’t back down and instead he attacked you?” Arlo growls, his voice low and vibrating with barely controlled fury.

His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body tense, like he’s one breath away from shifting.

I step toward him, meeting his anger head-on. “I will not apologize for refusing to accept that you offer your life in exchange for ours.” My voice shakes, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what we’ve just done. “I won’t lose you, Arlo. I won’t.”

“Oh, by all means,” Astaroth drawls, stretching his arms as if this entire situation is mildly amusing. “Please, continue to have your domestic spat right here in front of me. I don’t have places to be. And ‘the demon’ has a name and feelings. Spurious accusations of unwarranted violence wounds me deeply.”

I glare at him. “I highly doubt that.” He places a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Wow
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