#Chapter 124: Final Destination

Almara’s Pov Roman continues rowing on with Robert breathing down his neck questioning if Roman even knows where he’s going. The two go at one another, but I’m too busy trying to return Arthur’s call to pay them any attention. The deeper into the canals we go, the less service I get. “This is impossible.” I murmur under my breath. Now I probably won’t be able to call Athur back until we manage to at least get back to where we tossed the rower over board. Which is exactly what Roman and Robert are fighting about. “You think no one will notice? It’s only a matter of time before the guy at the post notices his usual rower never returns.” Robert shouts, somehow thinking that’ll make his points stronger. “Well, it’s a good thing we used fake names then isn’t it?” Roman replies, refusing to match Roberts temper. “Yeah, what good is that to us now? Whoever phoned him back there was already suspicious and now we just made it evidently clear exactly who we are!” “And who is ‘we’?” Roman