Adolphus A. Anekwe books

Mark of the Beast

observed Semonjene, shaking his head. “This is the perfect time,” Aryan said in disgust. He then turned to Semonjene and smiled. Aryan was getting tired of Semonjene’s complaints. “What do you mean, perfect? It’s 10:45 at night; soon it’ll be midnight. The mosquitoes are eating me alive. There is...