Chapter 1055 Ripped Apart
- Fallon
- Mathias picks up a lock of my hair and weaves it between his fingers with a rough, disgusted sigh.
- But I’m looking at the youngest of the three brothers, the three sons of the Grand Wizard. The man with familiar dark hair and a glare I’d recognize from a mile away. Maybe I’m delusional. I am delusional. This can’t be real. None of this can possibly be real.