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The Hunter’s Lure (chapt.108)

Author: Stone
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-10-08 07:08:15

Nikolai’s POV

As I made my way up the terraced road, the soldiers spotted me. They were a rowdy bunch, riding with eagerness rather than the discipline of Arturo’s elite guards. Just city enforcers, desperate to prove themselves. They saw a single man in black, them thinking I was easy prey.

Good.

Let them think that.

I darted across the lane, leaping over a low wall and into a narrow path through an orchard. I could hear their hooves pounding behind me, accompanied by shouts of command.

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