#Chapter5
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. Why not him?/"
Shadow sat tired on the edge of the tub. /"I will never forgive him for stabbing you. You nearly…/"
/"I know./" Was all Savion could say to try and calm Shadow down. /"The kids are fine. Sara drew this cute little picture of you./" He was teasing him now. Shadow wanted to laugh, but he only smiled.