Chapter Eighteen: That Damn Turtleneck Dress
“Madame Niena, I’m coming. Please have my room ready for me. Instruct also the maids to bring a cool bowl of water with towel and a pitcher of cold water,” Father Azrael sharply commanded under his mouthpiece. He was not...
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