Chapter 101
It took Niall twelve extra hours to reach Las Vegas. The losses on the way weren't just figures; they were a bleeding wound in Niall's grand plan. Each hour of the twelve he’d lost felt like a drop of acid in his stomach, and the sheer audacity of five more rogues abandoning him at a greasy rest stop near Dolan Springs of all the small towns was a punch to his pride that left him silently spitting curses. He’d barely spared a thought for the five human mercenaries and the four rogue wolves; they were disposable, but the witches… losing three dark allies within a span of five minutes on top of that, nearly a quarter of his total, was a disaster.
Three. Niall had lost three dark witches. Add that to the five humans and nine rogues—making a total of seventeen—which was a signifi
