C287 What Right Do You Have?!
Fraco Edwards slumped against the corner, panting heavily. The sight of Rohan's face, as cold and devoid of emotion as a demon from the depths of hell, sent a shiver from her heels to the crown of her head.
Rohan's speed was unnerving. The door was a good seven or eight meters away, yet he had stopped on a dime.
Had she not dodged his punch and recklessly plunged her dagger...
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