CHAPTER 87.

She glared at the baby on the arduous floor of a grotto she had taken haven, sheathed in thin sheets, and was barely a week old.

Oswald and Odessa's son.

Yarkona ogled with a definite gaze as the baby compressed the space with his tiny voice, shrieking so garishly and annoyingly, Yarkona almos...

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