Mate Rebound
Hope was a delicate lifeline I clutched as I tore down the hall.
The packhouse was my destination, Damien’s latest stronghold of sorts, my breath coming in heavy, the city a maze of danger. An alley around the corner from the packhouse opened in front of it. Me and I dashed inside my back to a great graffiti-scrawled stretch of cold brick, eyes straining for any pursuit. Low, sharp, venomous voices spoke, then cut off abruptly, and I stood still on one side of the square, looking cautiously round the corner. Two agents of Silver Veil, the black in their tactical gear catching a flash from a streetlamp, by a van, their words stung with pain. “Sabrina’s the sacrificial lamb,” one said, his voi
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