Chapter 85 As Of Today, You're Free
- Alina and I froze in our tracks. The man’s voice was calm, cultured—even pleasant—but it sliced through the air like a blade.
- He stepped out of the shadows beside the bakery, hands in his coat pockets, a relaxed smile on his face. His dark hair was neatly combed, his posture confident. Familiar.
- Too familiar.