Chapter Eighty-Two
Lucianna’s POV
Roscoe came and as soon as he get off his car, we exchanged a look that lasts for almost a minute. There was a lot in our eye language and it’s more like him saying ‘I told you so,’ and mine were ‘We’re in this situation so f*****g try and talk with your mate’s body’. I saw his shoulder sagged as he sighed but headed to where Fhoxia was as if he read my mind.
I really hope Roscoe can get something, anything, from Fhoxia. He does before, he still felt the bond between him and his mate’s body that the messenger borrowed. So I hoped, keep on hoping, there’s nothing I could do anyway.
“He’s been there for how long?” Harley asked behind me.
Time has reached a spot on top of my list that I prioritized to forget, so I just shrugged Harley’s question. Now wat
