Chapter 557
- Hector Frost’s face hardened. He spoke again, voice low and grim.
- The burly thug at his side snorted, smirking. “What are you even worried about? If you could throw in with Derry back then, you can throw in with Mr. Frost just the same. Derry can’t cover you now!”
- Octavia Lysander’s face burned with spite, triumph flickering like a mean little flame. She glared at Derry and hissed through her teeth: