Chapter 45 Forty Five
- Luciano’s POV
- By the time we reached the Oracle's hut, the sky had darkened to a deep shade of indigo. The air was thick with the pungent stench of decay. As the foul odor wafted through the air I exchanged a grim look with Sebastian.
- “Duncan,” I muttered, motioning with a sharp nod. “Check the perimeter.”