How fucked up is this? I found Marie's journal, and she's put that claim on me. I thought I'd been imagining the smell of possession whenever she was near me, but apparently not. (Though it does explain the lack of women currently in my bed - that is, absolutely NONE!)
What does she mean that I've awakened the Rogue? It's all her, and she doesn't have a heartbeast. Only those like myself do, and she isn't like me.
I admit that I know more about my past then I let on. No one can actually wipe a fae's mind. I'm one of the oldest, and I'll be around forever. Yeah, I'd forgotten, but when I got knocked out in the cage last night (even if it only was for a second), it jarred me enough for my opponent to get another good shot on me. Shit, that one hurt.
Oh, well. I smell Rogue lurking about. I think I'll go and *chat* with her.
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