Her Men Of Ruin
A cool air of damp limestone and old iron whizzes past Heaven’s nose, and—due to the silence within the vicinity—she suspects there may be fewer or no souls living around the area.
Glancing up, there aren’t any electric wire crossings either, which means Ziason wasn’t kidding when he told her to forfeit her phone. He really was bringing her to an uncivilized area.
“Just out of curiosity, Mr. Father,” Heaven starts while jogging to catch up with Ziason’s long strides, “would I be allowed the liberty to use a TV, at least? I cant be dancing everyday all year long, and I’ll certainly grow bored.”
The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he pushes open the heavy, iron, double doors of the tower that us
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