Chapters
1. Chapter 1:
2. Chapter 2:
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4:
5. Chapter 5.
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 8B
10. Chapter 9
11. Chapter 9B
12. Chapter 10
13. Chapter 10B
14. Chapter 11 a
15. Chapter 11B
16. Chapter 12 A
17. Chapter 12 b
18. Chapter 13a
19. Chapter 13B
20. Chapter 14
21. Chapter 15
22. Chapter 16
23. Chapter 17
24. Chapter 18
25. Chapter 19
26. Chapter 20
27. Chapter 21:
28. Chapter 22
29. Chapter 23.
30. Chapter 24
31. Chapter 25
32. Chapter 26.
33. Chapter 27
34. Chapter 28.
35. Chapter 29:
36. Chapter 30
37. Chapter 31
38. Chapter 32.
39. Chapter 33
40. Chapter 34.
41. Chapter 35.
42. Chapter 36.
43. Chapter 37
44. Chapter 38
45. Chapter 39
46. Chapter 40
47. Chapter 41:
48. Chapter 42:
49. Chapter 43:
50. Chapter 44:
51. Chapter 45:
52. Chapter 46:
53. Chapter 47:
54. Chapter 48:
55. Chapter 49:
56. Chapter 50:
57. Chapter 51:
58. Chapter 52:
59. Chapter 53;
60. Chapter 54:
61. Chapter 55:
62. Chapter 56:
63. Chapter 57:
64. Chapter 58:
65. Chapter 59:
66. Chapter 60;
67. Chapter 61;
68. Chapter 62:
69. Chapter 63:
70. Chapter 64:
71. Chapter 65:
72. Chapter 66:
73. Chapter 67:
74. Chapter 68:
75. Chapter 69:
76. Chapter 70:
77. Chapter 71:
78. Chapter 72:
79. Chapter 73:
80. Chapter 74:
81. Chapter 75:
82. Chapter 76:
83. Chapter 77
84. Chapter 78
85. Chapter 79
86. Chapter 80
87. Chapter 81
88. Chapter 82
89. Chapter 83
90. Chapter 84
91. Chapter 85
92. Chapter 86
93. Chapter 87
94. Chapter 88
95. Chapter 89
96. Chapter 90
97. Chapter 91
98. Chapter 92
99. Chapter 93
100. Chapter 94
101. Chapter 95
102. Chapter 96
103. Chapter 97
104. Chapter 98
105. Chapter 99
106. Chapter 100
107. Chapter 101
108. Chapter 102
109. Chapter 103
110. Chapter 104
111. Chapter 105
112. Chapter 106
113. Chapter 107
114. Chapter 108
115. Chapter 109
116. Chapter 110
117. Chapter 111
118. Chapter 112
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Chapter 111
Halfdan's pov.
(His End)
The bottle of whiskey was cold in my hand, the burn of the liquid a distant sensation as it slid down my throat. I could barely feel it anymore, barely cared. All I could think of was her. Camilla. My mate. My cunning, twisted, evil mate.
How did it come to this? The memorie...
