Chapter 119 You're late

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Lucian

The tires of the SUV crunched over the frozen Moscow slush, the air inside the car was thick enough to choke on given how tense the atmosphere was.

I stared out the window, my mind conjuring worst-case scenarios. Next to me, Kellan was a statue. He was still...

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