CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE I AM NOT AFRAID

JAVION'S POV A rogue dragged me through the dimly lit corridors, my body aching with each step. I could barely keep my balance as we approached Xander’s room. The crowd of rogues gathered outside seemed to sense the tension in the air, their whispers turning into a cacophony of taunts and jeers. They were eager to see what would happen next, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. When the rogue finally shoved me into the room, I stumbled but managed to stay upright. Xander was standing at the center, flanked by his loyal rogues. His face was a mask of anger, his eyes blazing with fury as he took in my disheveled state. The pain in my body was sharp, but I kept my head high, determined not to show weakness. Xander stepped forward, his voice cutting through the clamor of the crowd. “So, Javion, you’ve finally graced us with your presence. Tell me, what do you think you’re up to? What was this grand plan of yours?” He spat the words with a venom that made it clear he wasn’t in the