Anan’s POV
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Three days.
Three long days since Jones walked out of the corridor with my pearl in his gut and the taste of me still on him. The worst of the fever had burned down, but the hunger never left. It sat under my skin like a low coal,...
Anan’s POV
…
Three days.
Three long days since Jones walked out of the corridor with my pearl in his gut and the taste of me still on him. The worst of the fever had burned down, but the hunger never left. It sat under my skin like a low coal,...