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Chapter 32 – The Blood Debt

Auteur: Rayo B.
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The helicopter’s spinning blades sent strong winds rushing through the breached wall like a hurricane, sending paper, dust, and thick smoke swirling in a choking cloud. The broken chamber lights on and off, throwing quick flashes of light and shadow over everyone.

Enoch froze mid-step. Monroe’s hand still clamped his arm, the bomb detonator nestled between their palms as if it had its own life. Elena could barely hear her own thoughts over the loud whirring of the helicopter, but the voice from above cut through everything.

“Release the boy.”

Her throat tightened. She knew that voice. She had watched its owner bleed out on the lab floor, had felt the heat of his body cooling in her arms.

Damien. Alive.

Or at least… something wearing his voice.

Monroe’s smile didn’t falter, but his grip on Enoch shifted, turning the boy slightly toward the breach. “He’s not supposed to be here,” Monroe said under his breath. “Not yet.”

Enoch’s golden eyes darted between them. “You told me
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