Marked by fate
I scan the fence again, but there’s nothing there until the wind shifts slightly, carrying a faint stench of rot and mould.
Rogues? Here, in the heart of the Royal Pack?
Then I hear a twig snap, and my eyes find the source. A man steps out of the shadows on the other side of the fence, and I stiffen as more men step out beside him. I count them quickly. Fuck, ten.
Two of them have what look like bolt cutters in their hands, and another has silver chains and cuffs.
Oh, my fucking Goddess.
'Your Majesty, rogues north of the enclosure. They’re here to kidnap Thor.'
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