~ICELYN
There was only one thing I felt as I attacked the rogues surrounding us.
Anger.
I was angry at Ian for bringing Yulia here. I was angry at Yulia for daring to exist and confirming that strange woman's warnings. I was angry at Yulia for being so damned irresistible. I was angry at myself for wanting to have more with Yulia.
So I vented out all my anger on the rogues. I was not necessarily killing them. That was against the principles that my brothers and I had set.
I was merely giving them fatal blows. Our fogs were up and as thick as ever. No one else could see clearly in the thick white fog except my brothers and I. After all, we were the ones who created it.
It had always been something we could do for as long as I could remember.
We were moving through the
