Chapter 17 Sharks in Silk Dresses

Summer Gold 2.6k words

POV: Siena Blake

Every battlefield has its own sound.

In Weston, it wasn’t the sound of bullets, sirens, or screaming soldiers. It wasn’t the roar of tanks or the clash of metal. No, here, in the high-rise towers of the fashion elite, war sounded very different. It was the quiet click of...

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