#Chapter32

Shadow winced as he poured the alcohol over his body. He was tired and beaten. The cellphone was laid out on the counter.

“How the hell did you get beat up?” His brother asked over the loud speaker.

“Long story. I will tell you later.”

He replied placing a bandage over his side wound. “How are things back home?” He heard his brother sigh.

“Armarria is afraid Armon is not dead. We will go looking for him once you return.” Shadow growled.

“That fucker is rotten in hell Savion. She should know that.”

“More than one blast from the past has popped up from nowhere over these few months....