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Chapter 93 The Collector And The Sword-Smith

Ariana’s POV

I stood in front of Fenrir’s door.

He’d been discharged that same morning and was now staying at his quarters.

I’d spent approximately four hours searching through shops for the materials Darko told me about only to end up here.

If there was someone that could help me with finding ‘things’ he was my… only answer.

I sucked in a deep breath.

Extending my hand, I exhaled through my mouth, molded my hands into fists and knocked.

There was no response.

I was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing Fenrir.

He didn’t look bad physically as he was still recovering from his injuries, but he didn’t look good either.

I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.

“You want something from me?” He asked and I froze. “Don’t you?” He asked again

“I do.”

He said nothing.

“There’s no one else that can help me with this but you.”

“Yet you called me greedy with disdain on your face.”

I bit my lip, looking down at my feet and feeling extremely self-conscious.

“I guess it is ea
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