Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Severin Volkov

Eighteen Years

Xeniya wouldn’t tell me what had happened in the Gauntlet.

But she had bruises on her neck, bruises all over her body, and a deep slash just below her throat.

The Gauntlet wasn’t supposed to be deadly.

It was a War Game designed to make us work better together.

But I knew, in my bones, my father had sent someone to kill her.

If he killed her, I would kill him.

Age 18

I started fucking anyone who would let me, always trying to shake my obsession.

It never worked.

All I ever wanted was her, and she never even looked back at me.

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