Here’s the next installment. Continued from Never Judge By First Appearances. Rogue meets Remy again while having breakfast at the local diner, Feeling as if she being stalked she runs out, but when she returns to her hotel later on that evening she greeted by some would-be assassins. Can Remy save her, or is this the end of Rogue?
She was still talking when he ended the call. He didn’t want to be rude, but he thought back to incident he heard about last night involving Julian Boudreaux. Word on the street was he got knocked out after supposedly attacking some girl, but she had turns the table on him. He had a hard time believing a girl could knock him out. He had a reputation on the street of being one of the most ruthless assassins in the guild, which made sense seeing he was Marius Boudreax’s son. This piece of information his cousin gave him just cemented what he was about to do.
He approached the home of Marius Boudreaux. He climbed the steps of the large mansion almost stumbling with each step. His first instinct was to turn and run, but he kept going. His hate for Remy LaBeau, which extended to the entire Thieves’ Guild, was overpowering his good sense.
There was a guard at the front entrance which made Lucas even more nervous. Given who Marius Boudreaux was, it was no wonder he would have the best protection.
“State your business,” the man said. He stared down Lucas as if he wanted to kill him right then and there, but seeing that it was broad daylight he refrained from that impulse.
“My name’s Lucas Landsing. Ah need ta see Marius Boudreaux right away,” he said nervously.
“No one sees Marius Boudreaux,” the man said. “Not without an appointment and some are never seen again.”
“It involves the attack on his son last night,” Lucas said.
“What do you know about Julien’s… accident?”
“Ah know who did it,” Lucas said.
“Then I’ll relay the message,” the man said.
“No, ah talk ta Marius himself an’ on one else,” Lucas said.
“Very well, but if you’re lying you’re a dead man,” he said and led him inside.
Something told Lucas that he shouldn’t be here, that if he went through with this his death was certain, but it was too late to turn back now. He was led down a dark hallway to a pair of large double doors. He entered cautiously, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
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