Then I walked over to Angela and leaned against the railings, the cool metal pressing into my palms as I gazed out at the changing space. As expected, this was the best spot to watch for any Rogues that might ambush us—high enough to spot movement from afar.
"Wow, look what we've gotten ourselves into this time," Angela murmured, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the rooftops. "These things keep happening to us, huh?"
A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. A part of this mess was written by me, the rest by that author who stole my work, twisting my ideas into something unrecognizable. "Don't worry," I said, forcing a reassuring smile despite the uncertainty gnawing at me. "I know we'll survive this..." and a lot of things will change after today.
