Uriel’s POV

“Are you sure you want to fight with me?” Freya asked, worry and reluctance were plastered in her tone. She was currently leaning against a tall tree while coolly eating an apple she just plucked somewhere. “Mister Uriel, you have to understand that you just recently recovered from your mass of severe wounds and bruises. I am not even sure if it is safe to hit your chest where your heart is. Madeline told me it was pretty bad when you were stabbed. I cannot risk it!”

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