Previous chapter:
Chapter 42: I rather be lonely
Next chapter:
Chapter 44: There is a history
PREVIEW
... arge screen, a silent, damning record of my failure. There I was—or rather, the thing I become—tearing through the reinforced silver restraints as if they were paper. Normally, the beast’s rage is indiscriminate. It smashes, it destroys anything in its path.
But this time was different. This time, it had a destination. It was moving with a terrifying, single-minded purpose toward the Serpent’s Kiss.
Why?
The answer appeared on the screen a moment later. Eleanor Moore. She ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























