Lucien pov

My mood was sour.

Not because we had been outplayed by that bastard. Not because he had underestimated us, thinking that a car crash would be enough to kill my brothers and me.

We had barely even been scratched. The car had rolled several times, crushed beyond belief, yet we had survived.

And the rogues that were lying in ambush had come out immediately, trying to attack the other cars, checking to see if we had died in the wreck but Silas had simply kicked the car door ...