Marcus.
“We have lost more rogues this week than we did in the last three weeks combined.”
Julia's voice resounded hard, echoing off the stone walls, she looked as calm and as sharp as ever.
Crossing her arms over her chest, her expression unreadable, but I knew her well enough to sense the disapproving tone right under her calm persona.
I didn’t turn to look at her, instead, I strolled a bit from where she stood, towards the fireplace and stared into the flames of the fire.
Its orange glow eating up the map nailed to the wall... Black Fang’s territory marked in red ink.
“It's either they are getting stronger, or we are getting sloppier,” she added.
“Neither,” I muttered, the heat reaching my face.
She raised a brow, “you sure?”
“It’s not their strength, it’s her.”
Julia shifted
