CHAPTER 81: CRUEL MATE

Roman’s POV

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

We lost her. again.

A groan leaves my lips as I lift my head off the steering wheel. My fingers lift to my temple, and when I pull them back, there is nothing but red liquid on my hands. Blood.

I look to my left to see Caelen with his head against the headboard, blood seeping out of his skull, and I silently pray that he did not suffer a severe blow like Saul.

“Caelen?”

I could not even begin to describe my relief when he groaned in response. He lifts his head off the headboard, blood trickling down his head like different streams of rivers. He looks at me, then at our shattered windscreen, then curses.

He takes out his phone from his pocket and calls, who I assume to be one of our men, “They went down Talisman Road; they should be cutting the corner in a few minutes. Do not lose them.”

There is a moment of silence as Caelen listens attentively to what he is being told. I catch his left eyelid twitch before he shuts his eyes and take