Chapter 108
‘You don’t get to decide this.‘ Narik said mockingly. After saying that, he hung up the phone straight
away.
Narik tossed the phone to me, along with a motorbike helmet. He raised an eyebrow at me, ‘Now we
can get going.‘
I caught the phone and smiled helplessly as I got on the back of his bike.
The streets were quiet, the fading sun casting a golden glow over the city. Narik was still fuming from the earlier phone call, his jaw clenched as he replayed the taunts in his mind.
We pulled our motorbikes over and walked slowly down the street, passing by a few stores until we found ourselves in front of a small shop with a weathered sign above the door. It looked ancient, like it hadn’t been touched in years. Dusty windows barely revealed the instruments inside, but
something about the place drew me in.
“Should we check it out?” I asked, already pushing the door open.
Inside, the shop smelled of old wood and varnish. Rows of pianos, guitars, and violins filled the
room, most of them in various states of disrepair. It was a collector’s haven, if only one had the eye
for hidden treasures.
We browsed the aisles quietly, scanning for something that might catch our interest. Narik was
distracted, his mind still half–occupied with the earlier call, while I took in the atmosphere. My gaze fell on an old violin, worn and covered in a fine layer of dust. Its body was scarred, and the strings
looked like they hadn’t been touched in decades.
“Look at this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Narik turned, curious at my tone. “What are you looking at?”
He followed my gaze to the violin, raising an eyebrow. “That thing? It’s practically falling apart.”
“I know, but… there’s something about it.” I reached out, gently lifting the instrument from the display. Its weight was familiar, comforting, despite its battered condition.
Narik frowned but turned to the shopkeeper, an older man who had been watching us from behind the counter. “How much for this one?” Narik asked, motioning to the violin.
The shopkeeper blinked in surprise, as if he hadn’t noticed the violin himself in years. “That old
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thing? I was about to toss it out. I didn’t think anyone would be interested.”
‘d like to hear it,” I said softly, my fingers already brushing the bow.
The man hesitated but eventually nodded. “Go ahead.”
Narik shot me a doubtful look but said nothing as I placed the violin under my chin. The bow glided across the strings, and to our surprise, a warm, mellow sound filled the room. The notes were rich, carrying a depth that shouldn’t have been possible from such a worn instrument.
When I finished, Narik’s expression had changed. There was a softness in his eyes, something almost apologetic.
would have been perfect… if it wasn’t broken,” he muttered, shaking his head.
I glanced at him, then at the violin. “It still has a lot of life left in it. We’ll take it.”
The shopkeeper looked amazed but offered us a ridiculously low price, clearly happy to get rid of what he thought was junk. Narik paid, and soon we were walking back home, the violin tucked under my arm.
Once we got home, I didn’t waste any time. I bought some materials and set up a workspace, determined to restore the violin to its former glory. The process was delicate; each piece required careful attention. Time slipped away as I worked, the world outside fading as my focus deepened.
I didn’t even notice the door creak open. Lorik stepped into the room, his gaze settling on me as I worked under the soft glow of the lamp. The orange light illuminated the side of my face, and though he didn’t say anything, I could feel his presence.
He watched me for a long time, not wanting to disturb the moment. It wasn’t until exhaustion caught up with me that I even realized he was there. My eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, I was slumped over the desk, fast asleep.
In my dreams, I felt a warmth surrounding me, a familiar scent wrapping me in comfort. Loriks wolf, with its unique scent of woodsmoke and cedar, lingered in my senses, calming me. His arms were strong around me, pulling me closer as his heartbeat drummed steadily in my ear. We used to sleep like this when we were together, and even in sleep, the memory of his heartbeat lulled me into deeper rest.
When I woke the next morning, I wasn’t in my study. Instead, I found myself in the queen–sized bed, the soft sheets draped over me. Confusion washed over me until I heard Lorik’s voice by the floor–to–ceiling window.
Even if the Flameheart Tribe comes to me on their own initiative, I won’t cooperate with them. This
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atter ends here. The project is terminated, no need to persuade me anymore,” he said, his tone firm and unyielding.
I watched as he hung up the phone, ignoring the angry voice from the other side. Lorik sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before turning around, his eyes meeting mine.
“How long have you been awake?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“Not long. Why are you here?” I shifted under the covers, trying to hide my embarrassment.
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