Chapter 53

Raider

The house smelled like trouble. Sweet, cookie-scented, peanut-butter-smeared trouble.

Dahlia's place wasn't half as big as mine—or Rath's fortress of brooding silence—but it had something none of those did: life. Colorful curtains, crayon doodles taped to the fridge, tiny socks on the f...

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