Page 94 of Agony

Wrath stumbled beneath the impact, but he was nimble enough to stay balanced on the balls of his feet.

“We need to go.” Wrath kept his voice even and scooted closer to hold Rogue’s gaze.

The man reached out and gripped his shoulders with hard hands. The angry light in Rogue’s gray eyes was like an unspoken fuck off.

“I told you to stay away from me.”

Wrath shook his head at the gravelly whispered words.

“I can’t. Now, let’s fucking go.” He yanked Rogue to his feet and retrieved the man’s jacket. After jerking it around Rogue’s shoulders, Wrath shoved the assassin toward the access door that led to the stairs.

“Wrath…”

“Hmm?” He kept his eyes on Rogue at all times so he was looking at the assassin when his name was called.

It was a good thing because he might have missed the pain replacing the rage in those gray depths.

“Don’t believe in me.” Rogue disappeared through the door.

“Why not?”

Rogue’s answer drifted back to him as the assassin jogged down the stairs.

“I’m not a good man.”

Crow’s heart was pumping when he leaped over the side of the building and landed in an open industrial trash can.

Rogue.

The assassin he’d almost killed was a member of Erebus.

Fuck.

He gained distance and pulled out his cell phone, wincing as he walked. The blood from the bullet wound had soaked his sock and the inside of his boot.

His boss answered on the first ring.

“Did you find him?”

“No, sir. There’s no sign of Steven. He may have had his name changed.”

“You sound winded.”

“I had a run-in.”

“How bad is it?” the man sighed.

“The situation is bad. I want to kill that son of a bitch so badly.”

Crow stepped into a crevice between two neighboring buildings to keep himself from being seen.

“I know, but you can’t. Not yet.”

He knew that.

At least his boss realized how fucked up this was. Plus, there was a problem with killing the fucker and it was a big one. If he choked the life out of Tanis, then he would not be able to find Steven.

And Steven was his mission.

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