Forever and Always
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, gen 11, 2022
Eighteen year old Lamia daughter of the queen of Brimmingway has a job to do. Lamia has to get in the king Dravon's manor and assassinate him.
When she gets there she finds out breathtaking information.
Will she finish the job and earn her part or will he figure out the truth behind her..
I reach down to my thigh and grab ahold of my dagger but am pushed against a wall. He slams his hands beside my head.
"Why do you have to ruin the fun Lamia", he smirks.
"It's all in good time Dravon but there is something I must do" , I say while reaching for the dagger in his hand..
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