137. FELIX YEATS (POV)

As soon as I finished planning every detail with Phill, I headed to where Simon and Nox were. Now comes the best part of the plan—throwing that son of a bitch into the fire.

The smell down here is old metal, sour sweat, and faded fear. The walls sweat water, but what interests me is the sweat runnin...

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