Leah
My sisters and I had fallen into a comfortable friendship with Lena since she had arrived at the university campus. Yes, she was a rogue, but she didn’t behave in the usual manner of any rogue I had ever met. Not that I had met many. In all honesty, I had never met a rogue before. But I had been told stories about rogues from my dad and my Uncle Sean and my Aunt Siobhan. I had heard about how they were merciless and blood thirsty killers. But hearing those things about rogues, and seeing Lena in the flesh, had left me torn on my opinion of rogues.
How many rogues had been perceived to be dangerous people when they weren’t actually dangerous at all? How many good people just like Lena, had been brutally killed simply for being rogues?
Every day I rang my dad and kept him apprised of
