In an abandoned warehouse somewhere in Aurelia, the Guild master of the Steel Falcon Guild was on the move.
Dorothy stepped out of a grey SUV, pulling out a little blonde boy with her. She whipped back her braids, gaze sweeping over the warehouse.
"Hey!" Orion squealed under her grip. "You're squeezing my wrist too hard. Let go!"
She ignored the brat, shutting the doors before dragging him along. "We're here," she called out, blinking expectantly. "Hello?"
Her blood still sizzled with an unexplainable high after what she did at Blue Diamond Academy. A high she desperately didn't want to leave her.
Because she could feel it.
The second it leaves her—something ugly will claw at her chest.
Guilt.
"Why are you doing this?" Orion asked, those big golden eyes glistening with tears. "Y–You hurt all those people. You killed them."
