CHAPTER 82

CHAPTER 82

HAZEL'S POV;

My feet itched. It was something that usually happened each time I stepped into dirty water without wearing anything.

I was so invested in the nasty itching of my feet that I nearly stumbled to the floor but the rogue was quick to catch me in his arms.

I immediately pushed away from him and stood far away, taking a stance of defense. I hadn't forgotten that I was good at combat and even if he would end up beating me, at least I would die knowing that I defended myself at least.

He raised his hand to the air. That was to tell me that he meant no harm. "I am not here for you like I said. I came for Tuchel,"

"How do you know him?" I stuttered.

The rogue lowered his hand and I studied him as he spoke. He had Chestnut brown hair and his eyes were the green of seas, nearly translucent. He looked like he couldn't harm a fly but I had seen what he had done to Tuchel. Even if I was glad that he was dead, I didn't trust this man.

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