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Chapter 187: Not Funny

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 14:41:22

Michael’s Point of View

I don’t like magic.

I don’t trust it. I don’t like it. And right now? I hate it.

We’ve been following that stupid laugh for what feels like hours, wading through fog that clings to my boots and makes my gun feel heavier by the second. Trixie’s moving beside me, knives ready, muttering curses that’d make a priest faint.

Then—finally—we see them.

Through the fog, two figures standing close. Too close. A flash of blonde hair. A smirk I know far too well.

Sonia. And… Parker?

My jaw tightens as I step closer.

No. No way.

They’re… kissing.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I growl.

Trixie makes a noise like a strangled scream. “That absolute—when I get my hands on him—”

I move first. Rifle up. Boots crunching across the dead leaves.

But the second we get close enough to grab them, both figures flicker.

And then they’re not people. They’re shadows.

Two twisted, shifting silhouettes. Black where Parker’s grin should be, empty where Sonia’s eyes should bu
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