ROWAN
I could hear Wilder’s voice from a distance, a command that left no room for questions.
“Just kill him,” he said sharply, irritation coating his voice. “He clearly doesn’t want to talk. He’s the same as the other rogues. You give them the slightest chance, then they go around killing our people, and when that happens, they die after causing trouble. So make sure to kill him before that happens.”
I stepped through the last line of trees and onto the open ground just as one of the guards raised his blade.
“Stop.”
The sword froze mid-swing. Wilder turned his head, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What are you doing here?” he asked impatiently.
I didn’t bother answering him. My eyes fixed on the man kneeling in the dirt, his wrists bound tightly with rope. He was trem
