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Chapter 62 Fugitive

Sophia appeared in the middle of her home and turned to look for her mate. Once seeing him standing in her kitchen she rushed into his arms and began talking rapidly. Faelon placed his jewelry box down on the table as she approached him in a frantic state.

"Let's go to Russia and find our son right now!" She snapped and Faelon eyed Atlas who was answering his cell phone that began ringing. Looking into her frightened eyes, Faelon asked what was going on.

"Demons and pictures of me with a bloody knife holding Randall's decapitated head," she muttered worriedly. Her fingers were clasped around a tan folder. Furrowing his brow, Faelon hugged her to his chest and told her to calm herself.

"I took the pictures with the file," Sophia muttered sourly with the folder pressed against her and Faelon's chest.

"Nothing is going to happen to you that I can and will promise you," Faelon stated assuredly and glanced yet again at Atlas. The reaper pointed down at Sophia's feet where the photographs ha
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