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Chapter 144

Abbadon's POV

I land just outside the palace grounds in a piece of stinking wetland that's crawling with all manner of deadly creatures. Brett meets me in the darkness, his eyes downcast, searching for danger. “If I’m caught--” he starts.

“Then lie. How’s the pup?”

“They named in Warwick.”

“Well, that’s very nice, but I really don’t care about his name.”

Brett shrugs and folds his arms over his narrow chest. For a Lycan he’s small and weak, hell he’s small and weak for a regular werewolf. “Not doing too hot from what I hear.” He grins. “What goes around comes around, right?”

I grab him by his throat. He has just enough time to release a grunt before I cut off his air supply and lift him into the air, laughing at him when his arms and legs flail about as he tries to kick and punch me. If he shifts, I’m fucked. “I will kill you,” I say and drop him in the stagnant, rotting water. “Where are they?”

“The clinic,” he squeaks while he rubs his throat.

God, I want to kill him. I want
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That’s so kind of Abbadon. He’s changed
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