©WebNovelPub
Previous chapter:
Chapter 50 49.
Next chapter:
Chapter 52 Anabelle’s Real Problem.
PREVIEW
... ead was a few feet away from where it was supposed to be.
I looked at the head of a dead bandit; the scarf still covered his face, and the eyes stared blankly ahead, void of all emotion. A pool of dark crimson surrounded the body, evidence of the fatal wound that had claimed its life.
The scene was eerily silent, or maybe it was just me whose world had stopped,save for the distant sound of fighting. As someone arrived and began tapping on my shoulders.
"Hey, don't space o ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE