Chapter 142 Dance Of Death
- My heart thrashed against my ribs like it wanted to burst through them.
- “What did you say?” I croaked out with a hoarse voice, barely lifting my head from the gravel, soaking up my blood. The pain from the knife was still dragging down my nerves.
- Becca cocked her head as her eyebrows rose in confusion as she stared at Vorare. “Why the sudden change of mind?“