Chapter 23

After the chaos of the fighting, the battlefield seemed strangely calm. The rogues' corpses were all over the place, and the stench of blood and perspiration filled the air. With my pulse still pounding from the fight, I stood still, staring at the outlaw who had come to my rescue.

He took a hesitant step forward and pulled his cloak back. The moment I recognized him, my breath seized in my throat. Despite the years of combat scarring his face, there was a familiar look in his black eyes. I had seen him before, but he seemed older and more weary.

"Who are you?" My voice quivered with a mixture of perplexity and terror as I asked.

A little grin curved the rogue's lips. "Corrigan, it's been a long time," he murmured in a deep, harsh voice. "You don't think you remember me?"

I scowled, attempting to locate him. Then it struck me like a lightning strike. I said, "You were with Lucien during his exile." "You battled alongside him."