Her Men Of Ruin
Standing in front of Reamer now, his eyes level with the latter’s long neck.
He stares at it, watching as Reamer’s Adam’s apple goes down when the man gulps down nothing. Then Alpha Frail frowns.
“This is all a game,” he suddenly voices. Then snaps his fingers. “No. It’s a trap—from the very beginning, I was but a piece on a chessboard, controlled by an invisible finger—a finger that manipulated me into feeling too powerful. Although that finger’s owner did not think I would actually have REAL power, they do not still believe it as well.” Frail looks up at Reamer, jamming eyes with the latter, who then holds his breath. “I want you to find out who started spreading the news of the prophesy c
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