Davian
Two jeeps were waiting near the parking lot when I stepped out at exactly eight.
Of course they were.
Alex leaned against the front one like he owned the damn world, arms crossed, grinning wide enough to sell innocence to a saint. The moment he saw me, he straightened and clapped loudly.
“There he is!” he called out. “The rogue slayer!”
A couple of the warriors whistled. One of them banged on the jeep's hood. Another threw his arm around my shoulder before I even reached them.
“Six rogues alone,” someone said, shaking his head dramatically. “We should be taking notes from you.”
“Or checking if he’s even human,” another laughed.
I forced a smirk, keeping my posture relaxed even though my instincts were already on edge. They were too loud. Too enthusiastic. Too coordinated.
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