Chapter 0774
A thrall.

Nausea coiled in the pit of my stomach as that word settled in. I thought of the feral state the panther—Isaac—had been reduced to, and felt bile rise in my throat. A thrall, a servant, a pawn.

Would that be Enzo’s fate, if we didn’t find him soon enough? How many others had she reduce
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