Chapter 58 Soul Sickness
- KILLIAN
- The cold air from the open door did nothing to clear my head, and even as I stood there, barefoot, exhausted, and trembling...I couldn't move.
- Arabella stood there with an unapologetic smile, and beside her was a child. A little girl. Holy shit, she was a carbon copy of me. There was no need for a DNA test. And that fact alone hit me harder than it should.