Chapter 117

ARIA'S POV

I stood from the ground and stared at the limp bodies of the rogues laying around me. If not for the blood pulsating about of their stab wounds, one would think they were all asleep. The one I had clawed at looked the worse though, the loose skin on his face and shredded clothes making me gag a a little.

I bent down to the last rogue I had killed and with a small grunt, pulled out my blade that was still imbedded in his neck. Blood spurted out of the wound with some spraying on my face and entering my mouth. I gagged, crawling on all fours as I tried moving away from the spurting blood.

"Fuck," I cursed loudly as I turned to the grass and began heaving loudly. Gushes of water poured out of my mouth as it was the only thing that filled my belly.

Luckily, the water washed out the taste of iron in my mouth, leaving me feeling a little bit better. It did mean that I was now more empty than before but I didn't mind. As long as I had gotten the taste of the rogue off my mouth.