“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll ask someone else,” I mutter, touching the link between me and Ethan.
“Ethan, Laxus is really tense. Is something wrong?”
He hadn’t sounded like anything was wrong just a bit ago when we talked, but he’s a lot better at hiding his emotions than I am.
“There’s a bit of trouble on the Southern border with rogues,” he answers back, and I take in a deep breath.
Ethan has been working hard for weeks to get rid of the trespassing and attacking rogues, and I thought since it had been quiet over the last few days he’d finally done it. He’s had people patrolling No Man’s Land, but he hadn’t said anything about the rogues gathering or planning anything.
“Do we need to head home?” I ask, glancing at Laxus again. It seems with every passing minute, Laxus grows
