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Chazin can't help but watch the scene with distaste, considering that someone he had just mated with was almost killed. A dagger was slid from the sleeve of Chazin's trench coat, waiting until he needed to strike. The moment didn't come though, as Lena lets go of the woman. Chazin reconceals his weapon and finishes his soup and wine, standing up and walking to the front door of the inn.

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