Chapter43

#Chapter43

Disloyal

Ian's POV

We clinked our mugs together and cheer. The foams at the top streamed down the middle, making its way to my knuckles.

/"To victory./" I rose my mug.

/"To victory,/" The team replied, their faces bustling with smiles.

The bar was filled with people. Some brushed past me as they headed to a booth. The thick smell of alcohol stained the air and everyone where drinking to their belly's content.

The team and I sat at a booth. The cushion was pink and comfy. I looked out the window, the sky was dark and stars had tainted it. People hurriedly passed me, going about there various business.

/"So what's next./" Gabrielle nudged my side and fixed her gaze on me. /"We've killed about twenty of the cult members./"

/"It's actually twenty one./" Jason took a sip of beer. /"You didn't count Jarvis./"

Zara raised a brow. /"Who's Jarvis?/"