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CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 20:15:37

ACHILLES POV

The last guard fell with a quiet gasp, a crimson bloom spreading across his shirt.

Xiomar wiped his blade clean on the dead man’s sleeve. Emilio pumped his shotgun once more, humming something low and manic, the kind of tune that lived halfway between lullaby and war drum.

I holstered my pistol. Silence bled across the theater’s entrance, broken only by the faint buzz of the failing marquee light. Bodies sprawled across cracked pavement and broken glass. A dozen men, all well trained, armed, arrogant yet they were reduced to nothing more than fodder for plants.

“Defenseless,” Emilio muttered, smirking as he kicked a corpse aside. “Like lambs. Haven’t had this much fun in months.”

“Control it,” I said flatly.

He shot me a glare, all teeth. “Control? I’m alive again. You think I’m gonna whisper when I can roar?”

I knew he was hurting. "Keep your rage, Emilio," I sighed, not wanting to get into another rage fight with him. Next time, he may not be so merciful to walk away.

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