CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY- NINE

“Your constant disruption of my plans is getting tiring, Freak,” Vlad, wrapped in a red garment, hissed as I walked into the room.

It was dimly lit, Vladimir seemed to love working in the dark.

“If you would stop trying to hurt people dear to me, we won't have to keep running into each now, won't ...

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