xviii. fugitives, assemble!

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
fugitives, assemble!






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ASTER HELD HER breath after Steve spoke, waiting to see who would make the first move. The tension in the air was suffocating, but she had no other choice than to brace herself for what was about to come.

All she could focus on was that she and Steve were outnumbered. Big time.

Jack Rollins, Rumlow's right-hand man, pulled an electric prodder from his belt, extending it with a flick of his wrist. The weapon crackled to life as he turned and thrust it at Steve, who just barely blocked the hit with his left arm.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 | parker¹Where stories live. Discover now