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“Saving people can often mean hurting others.”

“I know,” she blurted. “There’s always going to be evil to fight, and I’m okay with destroying anyone to protect peace.”

I chuckled and said, “Like I said, you were always a Reaper.”

“I can feel Harvest with us,” Nova whispered. “He feels like a disease against my skin.”

My laughter died off. “You don’t have to stay down here with me. You’ve been around Harvest longer than anyone else. I can find you when my watch is over.”

“No.” Nova gripped my arms. “We’ve been apart long enough. Any amount of time away from you feels like a crime.”

“Don’t I know it.” I kissed the tip of her ear, causing her to shudder. When her arousal flooded my senses, I groaned.

“Don’t do that when we’re down here!” she shouted, covering her ear. “I don’t want to feel that way down here withhim.”

I waggled my brows. “Aroused? You’re so adorable sometimes.”

“August Reaper,” she warned.

“Then when?” I asked. “When do I get another taste? The fucking warlock ruined everything earlier.”

“No, he didn’t. Everything was perfect. He just ruined the-the…”

“Grand finale?” I finished.

“Hush. I’m getting those tingles.”

My chest puffed up as I kissed her hair. “We can finish after our watch.”

Her arousal increased, and my eyes rolled back.

“This is going to be torture,” she whined as she squeezed her legs.

Oh, I definitely knew that. My cock was like a steel pipe pressing against her back.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Nova

Unable to bear August’s embrace any longer, I walked around the cellblock to divert my desires for him. Seeing those cells should have brought me to a darker place. I spent most of my life behind bars thanks to Harvest, but the Reapers prison was much cleaner compared to the filth I endured.

Yet, the ongoing chaos served as a reminder that I was living in reality. Harvest hadn’t tricked me. Things might be bad, but having August by my side was the best thing to happen to me.

“We’ll take it from here,” Barron said in the distance.

I quickly returned to the cell where Harvest was being held.August stood beside Barron and Gwendolyn.

“Sebastian going next?” August asked his brother.

Gwendolyn waved as I approached.

Barron’s brows furrowed. “Maureen, I think.”

August said, “If something happens—”

“I know,” said Barron. “Go spend time with your mate.”

Barron lifted Gwendolyn. She squealed as he settled on the ground, holding her.

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