Chapter 168 Party For The Astraea-Orders

ROVANT

I could smell him before I saw him.

The stench of rot simmering under skin that hadn't seen clean water in weeks. Rogues didn't always smell like that, but the unhinged ones did.

I stepped into the holding room, where two guards had chained the rogue down against the stone wall. His wrists were rubbed raw from straining against the iron cuffs, but he didn't seem to notice. His head snappe