Chapter 70

• Rȗҽ
• The sight of three men hanging upside down made my confusion ring in my head. "Where in the bloody fuck is Cylester?" I murmur walking towards the three men whose blood dripped into tin cans.
• It is then I took a whiff of a familiar scent, coming from the dark haired man. His dark hair is the color of charcoal and when he grunts in pain and opens his eyes, the green emanating from his pupils made me suck in a breath. "Cylester!" I let out confused and shocked.