It made no sense.
But he has trained them well, not a single one of them uttering a word and bowing their heads in my direction as well. I see a few that I recognized- from my time with Jeremy and I know they recognize me too.
Just as I’m thinking about him, Jeremy emerges from the crowd. Nothing has changed. He is still ethereal with his beauty. Tall, blonde hair and those baby blue eyes. Still... Jeremy.
Pretty boy, they called him.
It was so fitting.
He stood out in this group. Rough looking as he is, there was still that glamour in him that I doubt he will be able to take away.
They looked like a group of strays when put together, all different looking, but the good kind. The kind that will never stop fighting, the kind that is stronger than everyone because they worked for it,
