"Are we allowed to kill them?" Brylee asked as she looked at the number of rogue descendants in front of them including the furious troll-like creature. There should only be twenty-three…now twenty-two of them but because of Briar who could clone himself, there were now over a hundred rogues surrounding them.
But when Brylee's eyes landed on the dead body of Treyton, she found her question quite ridiculous. Glancing at her sister Bell, she found her ready to kill Treyton's woman.
"I mean...should we kill her?" Brylee shrugs her shoulders. If it was her, she would rather not wait for them to see what the other twenty rogues could do. Brina had already briefed them on what to expect and she would rather not expect them.
Brylee just wanted it to be over as soon as possible because she still has a daughter to breastfeed.
