THE MANSION was quiet. Too quiet for a man like Rogue, whose life had been nothing but chaos.
Nakatayo siya sa pintuan ng silid na tinutulugan ni Elijah at Selestina. His one hand resting lightly against the carved wooden frame. Sa loob, nakahiga sina Selestina at Elijah. Ang kanyang mag-ina, his world, his weakness, and his reason for fighting. Selestina had finally fallen asleep after a long night of anxiety, her hand draped protectively over Elijah’s small body. Bahagyang kumilos ang bata sa pagtulog nito, at mas hinigpitan ang pagkakayakap sa stuffed toy.
Nanikip ang dibdib ni Rogue. Isang bihirang lambing ang kumislap sa kanyang madidilim na mga mata. Sandaling katahimikan.
He stepped inside quietly, every movement deliberate. Hindi maalis ang kanyang mga mata sa dalawang important
