Blood Blockade Battlefront Leonardo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lorenzo's voice was low, devoid of any emotion. Leonardo looked up, his face a mask of pain, sweat, and rain. He shook his head, his eyes burning with a desperate fire. "Never," he spat out. "I'll never yield to you!" With a defiant roar, Leonardo tried to push himself up, but the broken ankle flared with blinding pain, and he collapsed back into the mud. He tried to think, to find another way. He was a thinker, not just a fighter. He had to be. He had to outwit his brother.