Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Noah settled into the bean bag in the living room. He had no idea how he'd convince her to hate him, especially not when he had his memories back.

"I have rogue blood running through my veins", he deadpanned. Better to rip off the band-aid at once.

Myla gasped, not properly settled into her chair before she launched herself up.

"What? Your parents were rogues?", She asked in fear. Noah squinted slightly. It seemed she was disgusted by rogues. It would be easier to get her to hate him than he realized. His heart twinged in sadness.

"Not were, they still are. Let's just say my father is making new rogues with poison. And I was bombarded with the poison, so I'm a rogue, and will probably go insane soon", he said casually, like seeing every expression that flitted across her face wasn't making his heart shatter.

Myla looked to her lap as she sat. She stayed silent for what seemed like minutes.

"Is there a way to get the poison out?", She asked shakily.

"Death", he said in a low