The word lands hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.
“What?” The word comes out barely a breath.
“They’re rogues,” he throws over his shoulder. His entire posture changes like whatever calm he had before has been stripped away completely.
Rogues. The word definitely seems to mean more to him than it does me.
I take a slow step back from the door, my pulse still racing as another shadow moves at the edge of the yard, the reality of the situation settling in piece by piece. This isn’t normal, none of it is. And I’m somehow at the center of it.
Another low growl rolls through the darkness, deeper this time, closer. It vibrates through the door like a warning. I flinch despite the barrier between me and the outside. My gaze snaps towards the window as yet another shadow moves, a dar
