Chapter 114 Sawyer

Silverspire Port. 2 AM.

Ryan was lying in bed when Voss suddenly woke him up.

The back door was pushed open. A man walked in—not Willie, a stranger, in his forties, bald, wearing a black leather jacket, right hand wrapped in bandages, left hand carrying a briefcase. No one behind him.

"Fenrir. I...

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