Previous chapter:
Chapter 180: Starfire Opal
Next chapter:
Chapter 182: Wings of Ruin
PREVIEW
... n, and the air that pushed through the Madhouse’s cracked window carried the smell of machine oil and something else — something older, like stone that had never seen the sun.
Leon was already awake when the others began to stir. He had been lying on his back for an hour, hands folded across his chest, listening to An Lang’s uneven breathing and the distant sound of boots on gravel outside. He had not slept well. When he did sleep, the dream came again — not the lizard-lady, not the old ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























