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Chapter 129

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Aryn

The girl’s whimpers echoed against the walls as I dragged her broken body down the corridor. Her blood smeared across the tiles like a trail, marking where we’d been. Her nails scraped uselessly at my wrist, leaving red lines on my skin, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Not even a little.

“Liam!” I shouted, my voice carrying through the hollow hall.

His boots hit the ground a moment later, fast and heavy. He appeared at the end of the corridor, breath ragged, eyes wide. He froze when he saw me
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