Lucian's POV
"I don't think this is a good idea," Boca said, deep concern laced in his tone. "We haven't even gone far, and we already have people attacking us. I am sure Alina will understand why we can't attend this birthday party."
"Hey, come on. You know I already promised her, and it is really hard to say no to her," I said, sighing as I tried to wipe some of the grime from my jacket.
"Fine. But you really need to wash that blood off your face. It looks like you've been through a slaughter," Boca noted, grimacing as he gestured to my jawline.
"Where is Ragnar with that goddamn water?" I snapped, already completely frustrated by the delay.
"I'm here! Here you go," Ragnar said, rushing over to hand me a bottle of fresh water. I snatched it from him, pouring it over my hands and thoroughly scrubbing the blood off my face.
"Did I get all the blood out?" I asked, squinting at my reflection in the car's side mirror.
"Yes, you did," Ragnar responded, breathing a sigh of relief.
