Selina stood in the center of the rogue camp, her muscles still sore from the brutal training sessions Roman had been putting her through. The gathered rogues muttered among themselves, some watching her with curiosity, others with open skepticism.
Roman stood before them, arms crossed, his golden eyes sharp as he assessed her.
“You want to be one of us,” he said, his tone even. “You proved you can fight. But strength alone won’t keep you alive here.”
Selina held his gaze, refusing to flinch.
Roman smirked slightly. “Good. Let’s see if you can follow orders.”
He turned to the crowd, gesturing to a tall, broad-shouldered rogue with a scar running down his jaw.
“Cain, you’re with her.”
Cain scoffed, arms folded. “You’re sending her?” His voice dripped with disbelief. “She barely survi
