At Alexis’s feet, Alessander was unconscious and bloody. My jaw dropped as I took in the broken pieces of wood all over the boy, and the piece of wood clutched in Alexis’s hand. She’d smashed him with a chair. Holy Kronos. Fury warred with grudging respect. Another figure moaned. Titus was on the ground, blood pouring off his face as he clutched at himself like a weak coward. She destroyed the sniveling pussy. Both of them. Good. Sharp emotions strangled me, and I didn’t know how to feel. Everything about Alexis was confusing. She was shy and timid, but also bloodthirsty and savage. She made
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