Page 50 of The Wildcard

Angel whistled above her as Kyle sighed and turned in his seat.

“You’re alright.” Angel’s voice was soft above her.

“Don’t tell me what I am.” She snarled with her eyes closed. She heard his muted laughter and was about to snap back when she felt him lean in closer to her face. His breath brushed her ear as whispered,

“Wanna know something that will piss you off?” he whispered, and Ray’s eyes shutter open, her eyes glaring at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“No.” she snapped but he didn’t relent. Just pressed closer to her face and said in the most serious tone she’d ever heard him use,

“I wasn’t acting earlier.”

And hell, if that didn’t bring her back to life more than everything else already had.

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His words might’ve done a number on him more than they had on Raylene Walker. Because here he was. Back in the main house after Sorin had dropped him off, Angel had rushed back to his room to stop himself from running back to the hospital.

Because Raylene Walker had the audacity to have him thrown out of there.

So now he sat on his bed, his head in his head and he let out a muffled scream. His head snapped back after doing so, his eyes wide in exasperation.Why had he said that? Why had she thrown him out?

Why had she been injured in the first place?

That thought brought Angel rushing back to reality. His brows scrunched in thought. His first guess behind the ambush had obviously been Sorin Ardelean, but according to Kyle, he had been the one to switch on the lights.

And he’d been the one who had jumped into battle with them. The boy had a few bruises to prove it as well.

But the timing of it all seemed all too convenient for him.

Apart from that, why was Ray the only one who’d ended up with such a serious injury? Which meant someone was out for her blood while looking at eradicating all other possibilities at the same time as well. It was someone who knew about their alliance, otherwise they had no other reason to come after Raylene Walker.

She’d been a ghost until she’d turned up with the Lions suddenly.

No one knew anything about her. Her past was clean and was the only reason why Angel had been so surprised to find out about Nathan Kraft being her biological father. In another timeline, that information might’ve been useful. But now that both the Krafts were dead…

Angel was still submerged in his thoughts when he heard the knock on the door. He recognized the pace, and didn’t move as Luke Hawthorne threw the doors open and strode in with the rest of them.

“Don’tyoulook handsome?”

Angel didn’t have to turn around to recognize her voice. He just leaned back on his arms and shifted a hand through his hair as he flopped back on his bed. A redhead peeped over his bed, coming in the line of his vision, making him smile softly.

“Hello, Mia Andrews.”

That lock of red hair hit him in the face as she jumped on his bed and sat on the opposite end. Angel saw her now, her red, curly hair an absolute mess as she flopped down. Her green headphones were wrapped around her neck as she looked down at him with a half grin and a pair of twinkling light brown eyes. She’d recently gotten a septum piercing that had somehow colored her perky nose into an amusing shade of red.

She grinned down at him now, her eyes wide in amusement, “So who’d you kill?”

She was also a bit insane.

“No one.” He said and turned his head as she muttered boring under her breath. Angel’s eyes were on Luke’s as he said,

“We got ambushed today.” He said and Luke nodded seriously,

“I heard.” Was his response.

“By teenagers.”

Jack snorted as Christina shut the door and Luke’s eyes widened in surprise, Angel clarified,

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