Bailey Bradford
copyright 2015
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Chapter Eight
“No more firing at fake shit,” Ian said. “There’s got to be a way to defeat this—do you know who’s doing this?”Edion had a list of possibilities. “I’ve angered many by bringing in criminals. It could be one of many beings, or even a combination of them. There is no galaxy I have not retrieved a fugitive or two from.”Ian groaned and rolled his eyes. “Great. So it’s not just me you piss off. Got it.”“Why are you still here if I am so dis...
Published on December 18, 2015 21:55