Jessica’s POV
I smirked, putting down the knife I was playing with and returning it to the table. I saw sweat forming on his forehead and a vivid reluctance in his eyes that told me he was so close to giving in.
Seeing how the others backed away, I wasn’t the only one who noticed it.
The Rogue’s breathing became calmer, and he finally looked up with helplessness.
His eyes wandered around for a bit, and he looked very hesitant as he kept opening and closing his mouth, unsure where to start.
He took a couple of deep breaths before finally voicing, “He’s gathering forces—rogues, exiles, anyone who’ll fight. He’s not just after you; he wants the White Clan gone. Completely.”
My heartbeat stopped upon hearing that. Did he know who my father was? Was that why he wanted to eradicate the Whi
