GRAY
I walked into my room, my mind filled with the thought of the little rogue who was training. The door slammed behind me with more force than necessary.
I ran a hand through my hair while pacing the room. I don't know why, but somehow, after she had accepted to go and confront the rogue leader, something unfamiliar settled in my chest. Guilt. I closed my eyes, trying to push away the feeling.
"I was about to kill her, so why should I care now?"
But I know the answer. It was her eyes. Those hazel brown eyes that met mine without fear. She looks like she is more than just another rogue. There is something there that didn't fit with what I knew about the rogues.
I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts. She's just a means to an end. A tool to eliminate the rogue threat once
