Renegades

One cannot be brave who has no fear.

Come to think of it, I may actually have peaked on that day. I think my life has been downhill ever since.

Hope called themselves the Renegades.

WE WERE ALL VILLAINS in the beginning

THE RENEGADES: SKETCH’S TEAM

Phobia brought the tip of the blade up to Nova’s cheek and used it to turn her face toward him. “These doubts … these insecurities … they will come to serve you well, Nightmare.” He listed his head toward her. “After all, one cannot be brave who has no fear.”

There had been far too many moments when she’d been caught up in his spell. His charming smiles, that adorable wrinkle between his brows, his infuriating, impeccable goodness.

In response, she began to laugh again. Dazed and maniacal. “The Sentinel,” she gasped. “You’re the Sentinel. Oh, that’s rich.”

If Adrian liked her—really liked her—it was only because he didn’t really know her

Adrian?”

Hand stilling, he turned his head to look at her.

She swallowed. “Was this a date?”