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155- rogues lair

ELENA WOLFE

It had been days since our escape from Gotham and yet, I hadn't been able to scrub the scent of the twin Alphas from my memory.

Cinnamon, Pinewood, wet earth and firewood spices.

It was all I could think about as I watched the rogue pace back and forth across our small kitchen. I pretended not to notice the woodogs that were diminishing or the small fridge that had emptied out days ago thanks to my baby cravings.

My fingers drummed on the wood dining table where I was seated restlessly, my heart jumping each time the rogue let out a slew of curse words.

“D-Do you think there’s a chance we could go back to…to Gotham?” I whispered, and then I instantly slapped my palm against my mouth, wishing I could take the words back when the man’s face darkened with a sharp inhale.

The beat of silence that had followed my hoarse croak stretched until it filled the small room with more awkwardness.

“You step one foot inside Gotham, Elena, and those bloodthirsty elders would have you strap
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