CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

LIAM

I’m splattered in blood, painted like a goddamn warrior, when Gage’s voice roars through the room, ricocheting off the dank walls.

“They’re here.”

Sooner than expected.

Fuck.

A quick scan of the mess we’ve made reveals the truth. It certainly isn’t fucking pretty. We may have been a bit overzealous.

I whip out my Zippo. Resigned.

Snick. Flick. Flame.

“It’s fine. I can spin it.”

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