Chapter Forty

Graeven glared down at the four rogues tied up before him. Rain was coming down in sheets, sending his already dark mood into a depression. The rogues scowled down at the ground. They were all on their knees, their heads bowed as they waited in silence for their ultimate end. Graeven scanned each of them, looking for the weakest link. He noticed the mark on one of their necks. He tilted his head a