Esme's P.O.V.
"We have to hurry! The guards will come back soon!" Clavio desperately said.
He impatiently looked at us. I was being carried by Layla and Carla on their shoulders. I'm having a hard time walking my legs. They've become weak since I slept in this place. "Can you carry her?"
My hand lady looked at him in disbelief.
"Why don't you ask that to yourself, you fat ass guy? Carry the lady in your arms. We'll hold the guards!" Carla surprisingly said. It seemed like the adrenaline had left the fear for rogues in her body. My eyes grew big from her suggestions.
"W—What do you mean you'll hold them back?! You can't do that. You're just Omegas. You are both weak compared to them. They will kill you two!" I helplessly told her. She turned her head to look at me. Her brow
