Suspicions And Secrets
Roman's POV
The familiar structure of the tracker checking team's building appeared before us as we pulled into the parking lot. I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"Looks like we're becoming regulars here lately," I muttered to Caspian as we stepped out of the car, and I couldn't decide if the fact was a good thing or not.
The cool evening air hit my face, which was an opposite to the stuffy interior of the vehicle where we'd been transporting our captives.
Six men, all potential threats, all needing to be checked before we could risk taking them to our safe location. It was going to be a long night.
We've been driving all day, from the Southern part of the town to back here, uptown.
As we entered the building, the receptionist recognized us immediately. Her eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her professional demeanor.
"Good evening, Your Majesty. How can we assist you today?" She asked us, professionally.
I approach
