Previous chapter:
Chapter 47: The girl with red hair(10)
Next chapter:
Chapter 49: The girl with red hair(12)
PREVIEW
... rfectly.
The way he scrambled back, hands slipping against the slick, bloodied deck, boots dragging in desperate, frantic kicks—that was all the proof I needed. His breath came fast, uneven, each gasp a ragged choke of disbelief and terror. His mouth opened like he wanted to speak, to demand, to threaten, but no words came. No commands. No insults. Nothing but the wet, shallow rattle of a man trying—and failing—to swallow down the fear clogging his throat.
Fear had finally sunk i ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE