C752 CHAPTER752 THE RAGING FLAMES OF FURY

Yort Vaughn's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, a dangerous glint of murderous intent flickering in his eyes. He had an overwhelming urge to kill Sam Moreels on the spot, yet worry gnawed at him. Moha Deronda's threat loomed large, and Yort knew that any move against Sam might provoke a maelstrom of vengeance. Anxiety, fear