Jesse
The sun was sinking low over the ridge, casting a dull orange light across the camp. I stood at the edge of my tent, arms crossed, watching as the shadows stretched and flickered like something alive.
Then I saw her.
Emma strolled into camp like she owned the place. She came with no guards or pretense. She just had that calm, calculating look in her eye that she always held, like she knew more than the next person.
The other rogues stepped back instinctively. Most of them didn’t know what to make of her anymore. Though she had visited the camp a few times after betraying and leaving us, she was still a mystery to most. It was hard to tell where her loyalties lay. She was not quite beholden to the palace, but neither could she be considered a rogue aligned with us any longer.
