Chapter 87: Hallway meeting with a king
Blood drips from Zoipa’s smiling face as he stares at Cleus, expecting a shocked reaction. But both Cleus and Cyte remain composed. Cleus says nothing, even as Zoipa presses on.“You might like this more than me.” Zoipa shoves his blood covered plate toward Cleus. The dishes clash, and Zoipa’s food spills over onto Cleus’s plate.…
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