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Chapter 87 Price Of Mercy

Bellatrix Sinclair

I glared at her, if I had the strength – the hatred would be written all over my face. The excruciating pain that shot through my leg had my vision blurring, sweat beaded down my forehead as I fought consciousness.

Cassandra seized my jaw, bitterness emitting from her pores as her...