Trafficked: Reborn Heir's Revenge Chapter 35: The Blood That Sleeps Not

Chapter 35: The Blood That Sleeps Not

Darkness swallowed Oliver before he could process what had happened. The mont Barka had collapsed, the weight of the Carcass Mail’s toll dragged his consciousness under like an anchor in deep waters.

His body lay limp, unmoving on the cold, dirt-slick floor.

But inside, he stirred.

When his eyes opened, there was no pain. No cage. No ship. Just a vast, unsettling space of rippling blood-red fog and silence.

> a sarcastic, nasally voice screeched through the silence. >

Oliver sighed heavily, rubbing his face. "I was unconscious two seconds ago, and this is the greeting I get?"

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