Chapter 49

Rhye wiped his bloodied blade on the dead Rogue's jacket and idly observed the swift disintegration of the last body in the alley. The postmortem cleanup was courtesy of Rhye's titanium weapons, a metal that acted as poisonous acid to the diseased cellular makeup of Rogue. The three bodies dissolved in the snow, reducing flesh, bone, and clothing to nothing but dark spots of ash against the pristine white.

Rhye blew out a curse, his senses still quivering with the heat of combat. Battle-sharpened eyes lit on the sword Jessa had lost in her struggle with the rogue who’d attacked her. He walked over and retrieved the weapon. "Bloody hell," he muttered, picking the blade up from the snow. It wasn’t some dainty dagger a lady might carry for protection, but a serious-looking bit of hardware. Seven inches long, serrated near the upward jut of the tip, and, unless he missed his guess, the metal was not your basic carbide steel but Rogue-eating titanium.

Which begged the question once