The Rogue who saved me was standing before me.

Moonlight bathed the forest in a silver glow, and I stared at him very closely. I was barefoot on the soft moss, my breath catching as the Rogue slowly emerged from the shadows draping all over him and stood a few breath away from where I was.

“Who are you?” my voice echoed in the forest, and the Rogue’s lips split into a smirk.

“I am the one who saved you.”

My brows met. “I know that.”

His intense eyes locked onto mine. His dark hair caught in the moon’s ethereal light, and there was something primal about the way he...