Chapter 18 A STRANGER NAMED DARCEL

MARISSA’S POV

"How exactly do you know how to use these"…. I furrowed my brows and looked down at the tray of daggers. The metal sliced out of the polished oak, with a V carved into the side.

Dylan shrugs his shoulders and picks one up.

"Trained and became a hobby," he mumbles, as if it's a n...

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