Chapter 332: Body
For a brief second, Arwin and the drunkard stared at each other in complete silence. The Infernal Smithy itself seemed to hold its breath as it watched. There was no possibility that the blue-eyed man had come through the doors.
One second, he had not been there.
The next, he was.
And that should have been impossible.
“You,” Arwin said.
“Me,” the drunkard agreed, but for the first time since they’d met, he didn’t sound particularly drunk. The man’s words were as cold and measured as his eyes. “I suppose this has been a long time coming, Arwin.”
“It was you,” Arwin said. “You helped me?”
“Yes.”
“Why? How?” A dozen questions bubbled up and died within Arwin’s mind. It hadn’t exactly been a mystery that the old man was far more than he’d appeared. He’d helped them save Monica’s life and had aided in the fight against the Falling Blades.