“What do you mean Manuel?” I asked again, even his name sounding bitter on my tongue. “I heard the rogues talking,” Rex said tightly, “and they mentioned his name. There’s no way I misheard that,” she finished firmly. I pushed past the pain and forced myself to my feet, the gaping hole left by our shattered bond now filled with indescribable rage as I repeated his name once again. “Manuel.” My legs struggled to remain standing, but I couldn’t fall. Not now when we knew he was still out there causing harm. Not when Robin could be with him. “Robin’s not dead,” Damon muttered suddenly, stepping forward, and my eyes snapped to him immediately. “If this was really done by Manuel, then I’m certain Robin isn’t dead yet,” he added, firmer now. “They would have no need to take the body if he was. Leaving him dead and on display for us to grieve over is more of Manuel’s style,” he finished, squatting over where the trail of blood lay. He reached out and touched it lightly before bringi
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