Chapter 38 : In Your Arms Again

*Darick’s POV*

I grunted, resting my hand on my lower back. From head to toe, every bone in my body felt like it was on fire. A searing pain erupted at the back of my head, and pain tore through me like shattered glass with every step. As bad as the pain was, nothing bothered me more than my own pride.

I had almost got my men killed. I HAD gotten men killed…all because I wasn’t on my game. All because I was distracted. All because Amon got the upper hand.

The look of despair on their faces would haunt me for many nights to come. I could still see Amon grabbing Blade's body from the van as we drove away. The question of whether or not he was still alive plagued me.

Knowing Amon, it could go either way.

I had never left a man behind, and I wasn't going to start now. I was already plotting a way to free him and prayed Amon hadn't killed him. It was the worst battle I had ever lost. I tried to wrap my mind around what went wrong, but it hurt to think about it,