Chapter 1145 I Don’t Get It
- Cold Ancient Spike.
- What a damn Cold Ancient Spike.
- Jayce’s gaze looked calm, cool as still water, but inside he burned with shock and fury. It wasn’t settled yet—he still didn’t know who poisoned her—but he was sure Paul couldn’t wash his hands of it. On that, Jayce was dead certain. He’d pegged Paul as rotten long ago.