A Blind Gamble: The Mate I Never Chose
“Kaleb… I don’t think I want to question him any longer. Feel free to do as you please.”
“You murdered a priestess,” Kaleb pressed down harder, bone snapping beneath the pressure. “I’ll enjoy taking pieces of you.”
“The old lady had no place among the Alethine,” Chronicle said. “What is the point of a stray? It should be cut off.”
“Enough!” Rune growled. His voice sounded wrong, hollow. He began coughing violently, blood spilling from his mouth and nostrils.
“You don’t look too good, Feign,” Chronicle muttered, tilting his head as Rune collapsed, coughing up black sludge.
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