Some wanted to keep fighting. Some wanted to run. Some wanted to make a deal. And some were probably already planning to betray me. So I pointed toward the door.
“If you don’t believe in me, leave.” I said.
For several seconds, I thought I had won when nobody moved. But then one rider stepped backward.
“I’m leaving.” He said and my expression hardened.
“You're making a mistake.” I said.
“Maybe.” He said as he removed his Black Reapers patch and placed it on the table.
“I’m tired of watching people die for a war that keeps getting worse.” He added.
Another rider followed. Then another and my chest tightened.
“You think you can simply walk away?” I asked and one of them looked at me.
“We’re already gone.” He said.
They walked out and the door closed behind them.
Nobody stopped the
