CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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ALLESTAIR POV

I was nervous that they might find out that I had killed him, so I dragged Blight to Cyver so that he could ask for help when the most living room of the mansion opened up to us.

Other items are broken but not the windows,

"Wow! Original!" I still comment in mind.

We quickly hid behind the long sofas when the men I had seen earlier entered.

They were holding long guns and had bullets slung together over their shoulders.

"Just shit sister? Where's the babe?" Blight whispered to me, trying to be careful not to make a noise.

I was shivering and sweating...