Elijah
The sharp stench of rogues slams into my nostrils, vile and unmistakable. The putrid mix of rotting flesh, decay, and blood churns my stomach, threatening to make me gag. Even from miles away, I know exactly what it means.
They don’t belong here.
I grit my teeth and inhale deeply, forcing myself to focus despite the nausea rolling through me. “Rogues,” I mutter under my breath. “Of all the times.”
Perfect timing. Just perfect.
The air feels heavier, crackling with tension as I try to process what this means. Rogues in the human world? That shouldn’t be possible. There are only two ways to cross into this realm, and neither is easy—or permissible.
The first is through a mystical portal or gateway. It’s how my men and I entered this world—the only lawful way. That’s why I’ve pla
