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Chapter 36
BEFORE CASCADING TO a much-needed sleep from the long day-and-a-half’s worth of feeling uneasy for himself and his newfound temporary companions, Albert arrived to the conclusion of a swift night getaway towards the avenues of escape. As he used his shinobi ashi towards the car keys that he saw last at Von’s trousers, he did his best to adjust his eyes to the dark.
Albert did not intend to look this present Friesian towards its muzzle, but he knew that Von knew that even with him leading the non-fugitive runner to their family seas, it’s not his place to make him drink—and that nod is as good as a wink.
When he entered the couple’s room, they were already asleep since it was already midnight. He also needn’t worry about a babe crying in his presence for the children and the brother were spending some time with Dayan’s mother. Therefore, Albert had free reign over the hooks at the back of the door to find his way toward
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