Chapter 1209 Arrest Aiden
- Without hesitation, Ethan's palm crashed onto the impostor's skull. Bone splintered like dry wood, and the counterfeit Aiden crumpled—lifeless, silent, already forgotten by the night.
- Angelina had witnessed more brutal endings than she cared to count. Her lashes scarcely flickered.
- She turned to Poe. "Old Mr. Whitefield, I need a favor."