Chapter Fifty Three

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Archer stared at the warrior in shock, ‘I . . I don’t understand’ he finally forced out, sitting cross legged on the bed and studying the broken man in front of him. ‘How did getting too close to a job land you with the Council? Did you somehow end up doing a job for them and you didn’t know? Was it a set up by the Collectors? What the f**k happened in the last two years’ he growled. Rowan tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply, seeming to be trying to gain control of his emotions before he started. ‘You know I got a name for myself’ he started, cracking his left eye open and peeking at the Alpha who nodded silently. ‘During my time on the run, I found that there were a lot of people out there, not just Werewolves either, but all sorts of species, who needed help fr

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