#Chapter 97: Den of Thieves

Ella The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I walked the familiar route to work on Monday morning. The city, with its towering buildings and crowded streets, was awake and buzzing with the day’s promise. I felt well-rested after my exciting weekend, and ready to tackle whatever else came my way. Even though memories of what had transpired at the wedding shower and what-ifs about the potential meeting with my parents whirled around my head, I felt at least clear-headed enough to get started on figuring it all out. However, the moment of tranquility was disrupted by a sudden commotion—yelling, to be precise. “My purse! Stop! My purse!” Without a second thought, my feet veered off the path, following the source of the distressed cries. It was an old woman, clutching her bag while a Rogue tried to wrestle it away from her frail hands. “Shut up, old hag!” the Rogue snarled, his fists clenched as he advanced on her. “Give me your purse. Now!” The old wo