Chapter Twenty Three.
Esme's point of view.
Why the hell can I not just get a fucken break! This whole running away thing is really getting tiring both physically and emotionally. My hand was tightly wrapped around the girl's hand as we tried running away from the rogues but they had the upper hand and as expected they caught up to us.
"Just hand over the girl rogue ! This has nothing to do with you ,"
Wait a minute me…rogue? For some reason the way the word rolled off the rogue's mouth just pissed me off. It was almost as if he was degrading me down to his level. Yes I am a rogue too but that is an irrelevant detail and I am definitely not like any of them.
"Or what huh…will you kill me with your putrid smell and rotten breath? Like seriously you all need to take a shower and maybe
