Maxiumus

Morning came gray and heavy. I had not slept much. I kept thinking about the damn witch.

Could it be true? Could she tell me exactly who I am? Or what I am?

The rogues were quiet. They moved like men who had seen too much and wanted to forget it. I found Rebecca sitting by the window. She hadn’t spoken to me since last night. Her silence pressed harder than words.

I pushed away from the wall and stood. My body ached from the fight, but it was a shallow ...