Chapter 169. Hypocrisy

"I had a feeling you wouldn't come straight here. You're predicable, Enzo. It's not a good look."

Doris scanned the crowd for Sir Antony and prayed he was nearby. He was the only one that gave her hope that they might make it out of here alive.

Up the road, she saw the old man seated on a bench alone. She couldn't see his expression from where she was, but she hoped he was concerned for what was about to happen.

"Well, I pride myself in this village. Of course I was always going to return to it." Enzo said, she could hear the false smile in his voice. "We can stop the games anytime you wish."

"Games? I'm not the one that escaped from a cell and fled with the enemy in the middle of the night. How were you expecting this to go?" Mr. Hugh asked.

"Ah, well. You are the one that put their own leader in a dark cell rather than listen to what I had to say. The rogues never turn their back on their own-"

"No? I suppose that rule doesn't apply to you,