Dylan looked at the Rogues, disgust clear in his face. It made me wonder if that was what he thought of me when we first met.
Sure, I hadn't exactly been a Rogue for long when we met, but I might have been. What if I hadn't found him that day? What if I'd met him after months or years of being a rogue?
"Escort them to the mansion," Dylan told Jace. "I'll meet you back there," he finished saying, before taking hold of my arm and walking away with me.
Dylan had left his car on the far end of the parking lot. I was able to see as Jace walked with the Rouges toward their forest. They were probably going to run to our house, but Jace would make sure there were people from our pack surrounding the Rogues so they wouldn't escape.
"I knew letting you out of my sight was a bad idea. I knew it,
