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Chapter 100 Venomous Praise Of A Predator

Bellatrix Sinclair

The intense aroma of spice and potent vanilla warped my senses. Lazarus smirked, inky strands cascading upon his forehead and framing dark eyes that locked on mine. I exhaled a tired breath, “Forget rules for a second, you are required to be with the judges until the contest is ov...