Chapter 97 Hope

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Silas groaned as he ripped the syringe out of his neck. He was bleeding from the jagged way she jammed the syringe into his flesh.  

"Dammit..." he muttered under his breath, wiping away the blood with a shaky hand. The drugs were causing his vision to blur slightly. Typically, he...

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