Chapter 089
Nikolas' POV
The air in the armory was freezing, but I didn't mind. I was alone, and the heavy silence made my thoughts seem louder than usual. The air was filled with the scent of old metal and worn leather, just like a ghost that wouldn't leave me alone. The armor I kept was in a chest in the corner, and it had become dusty and forgotten, just as I tried to hide my memories from myself.
I got down on my knees and touched the wood with my fingers. It felt like the whole thing was about to fall apart as I touched it. I lifted the lid, which felt heavy, and the sound of its opening filled the empty room. I could smell sweat, rust and a faint sweetness, almost like a memory I couldn't remember.
I glanced at my old armour, which I used in fights I tried to forget. I was about
