REAPING INNOCENCE ◦ STILINSKI [3]
[ BOOK THREE ] ❝That war was a disease. She felt the winds of the gathering storm; could feel the malignity of the immoral gluttony moving through her veins.❞ When the fight ends you can afford to relax. That's the worst part. Winner or loser you have again eyes to see around you. Blood, butchered bodies, bodies...