*Gabe*

The adrenaline of the encounter with the rogue was wearing off by the time I reached home. I was exhausted, but there was too much to be done for me to sleep. Estelle apparently felt the same sense of immediacy, because she was waiting for me just inside the door. She looked relieved to see me.

“What happened?” she asked anxiously.

“It was the same rogue that attacked you,” I confirmed.

She looked upset, but not surprised. I pulled ...