Scum (Book 2)

183. Bow

Chey’s POV

As I speak to Reina, my eyes follow Liam around. He somehow managed to get from under the men who tackled him, and he’s currently beating what appears to be one of his last opponents to a bloody pulp.

I’m sure my grandmother knows what my mate looks like, but she doesn’t seem to have recognized him; he is, afterall, covered in blood and dirt.

As soon as he’s satisfied, he stands and looks around, but only Elijah is left, and he’s wisely keeping his distance.

“Finally down to the last two,” my grandmother gleefully says, nudging my shoulder after a cheerful clap.

It’s clear that she’s picked a favorite in this fight, specifically because Liam looks like he could collapse at any minute, while Elijah still looks like he could go a few rounds. Nevertheless I ignore her because…