Son Of A Bloody Bitch 

Elira’s POV

We were on the move again. I had my eyes out the window as the car moved silently through the city's quiet streets. 

We were riding out, but I wasn't relying on Aiden's competence or his rapidly fading sense of self-preservation. I had my men. They were a necessary guarantee.

Aiden, sensing the tension, spoke without looking at me. "We'll need to leave the vehicles soon. And tell your men to spread out. It'll be too risky to stay in the open or move with a large detail. We'd be spotted instantly."

He was kinda correct, but judging from past events, it only...