Chapter 281 Ines stood there, blank and pale, as if shards of glass were embedded in her own hand. “Let go!” “Miguel.” “Goddammit! Let go! I said let go!” Without so much as glancing at the hand he’d used to calmly block Miguel’s self-harm, Cárcel snapped his other hand out and seized Miguel’s arm. Miguel’s free hand, not even recognizing...
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