After forty-five minutes of slaughtering feral rogues who couldn’t stay sane in the Chaos, I stood at the edge of my property and relished in the forest soaked in rogues’ sanguine blood. Then, about a half-mile away, through the red moonlight, a lone rogue walked toward us without any aggression behind his steps.
Everything seemed a little too calm, too quiet, that it kept me on edge.
With blood smeared over his black coat, Saif looked at me for commands. Usually, I would kill the rogue on sight, especially now that rogues thought they could overrun our property, but something stopped me. Rogues were never this calm, and the last one who approached me like this was looking for Jade.
He wanted something too, I just hoped to the Goddess it wasn’t her.
When he stopped twenty feet from my
