Chapter 44 A Sip Of Death
- ~IAN~
- “TUEHH!” I spat full in his face, the act raw and feral, defiance boiling so hot in my veins it burned away my fear for a heartbeat.
- “Go to hell, you moron!” I shouted, my voice cracking the chamber open like a curse hurled at the gallows. Even standing at death’s edge, I would not bow. I would not beg.