Seventy-eight

I wasn't surprised when I found out that Sorrel helped the rogues. I had never liked her and not once had I felt comfortable in her presence.

“Let's go,” Xander told Declan, then he turned to me. “Do you want to come?” he asked me and I immediately nodded. The three of us headed out and I looked around me to search for the guards, but they weren't seen.

“Where are the guards?” I asked in a quiet voice, making my way to Declan’s car.

“They were killed,” Xander answered me, and I looked down. Another death because of me. “Ayla, we won’t be taking the car. It’s a not so long walk,” he added. I frowned but followed them anyway.

I was about to see one of the men who attacked me. That was scary to an extent. I didn’t know how, but I found myself walking between Xander and Declan; it was like they were protecting me.

“I wish I could tell you I can handle myself, but I think last night refuted that,” I commented on how they were guarding me, earning a