Chapter 139

L.T. Marshall 1.0k words

He taps his thumb which I notice is sheathed in a black leather glove on his thigh, another layer of weird on this sinister freak given they don’t feel cold, so why the gloves? He sits still, as though pondering something then nods.

“You’re right. It’s the quickest way. And...

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