Chapter 965
- Miguel Palmer hit the ground and started bleeding from every orifice, barely hanging on to life.
- Karen Mitchell’s smile twisted into something feral. Step by step, she walked up to Miguel, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked him upright like a rag doll.
- Miguel’s face contorted in agony. He stared at the woman in front of him—beautiful, sure, but she felt like a banshee crawling out of a grave.