Page 18 of Wrath
He strode up to the table.
Evan took his eyes from Misha and watched him approach.
Just as well.
What did that mean? He checked himself. Was he… protective of Misha’s body? Did he care that another man stared at her?
“Wyatt.” Evan stood as he approached.
Misha cut herself short, jaw clicking closed when she caught the tension between the two brothers. Then she grinned and slapped Wyatt on the chest. “You never told me you had a brother, you old dawg. Why weren’t you at the opening of Hell?” Totally enjoying the flummoxed look on Wyatt’s face, she went back to Evan and continued speaking. “So, after the day I’ve had, Ireallyneed to go out tonight, blow off some steam, you know? I actually have a night off work. Do you know if Grace is working?”
“Um.” Evan darted a glance at Wyatt. “Yeah. She’s in surgery.”
“Bummer. What about Lilo?”
“Why don’t you call her?” Evan gave her his cell phone.
What the fuck? Evan’s girl and Griffin’s girl knew Misha.
“Great idea,” Misha said. “Calling from your cell. I can pretend I’m a kidnapper or something and she’ll totally freak!”
“No, don’t do that!” Panic lit up Evan’s eyes. “She really will freak. More than you know.”
So… from Evan’s reaction, and Misha’s lack of understanding of her prank’s potential consequences, Misha knew nothing about Evan being Envy. If she did, she’d know pulling a stunt like that with their family wouldn’t go down well.
“Oh, you’re such a party-pooper. I can see how you two are related now.” She smirked. “Okay, well, you guys obviously need to talk, so I’ll leave you to it. I’ll call Lilo from my phone.” She handed Evan’s cell back to him and left.
Wyatt watched her saunter away, waggling her hips as though she knew he watched. When he turned back to Evan, his brother’s eyes were laced with humor.
“You and Misha Minski, hey? Lilo’s going to be stoked.”
Cut the bullshit,is what Wyatt would have said.Why are you here?Instead, he stared, unsure what to do. Actually nervous.
“Okay. So.” Evan averted his gaze. “I know you want to be left alone, but we can’t humor you for much longer. We need you back, and I see we’re just in time.”
Wyatt frowned.In time for what?
Evan had no clue what Wyatt was thinking. Feeling frustrated and seriously considering learning more sign language from Alek, Wyatt caved and picked up Evan’s phone to type his question out, but the damned thing crushed in his hands like sand.
Fuck. Not here. Not now.
“Shit,” Evan breathed, awed. “Did you just Hulk-smash my phone?”
Hadn’t meant to, honestly.
When Evan reached for the steak knife next to his plate, Wyatt tensed. Maybe he wasn’t over the whole accusing him of being in love with his fiancée thing. But if he wanted to stab him, sure, why the fuck not? Wyatt could take it. Maybe it would cut out a little of the guilt weighing him down.
Evan took Wyatt’s wrist in one hand, took note of his balanced Yin-Yang tattoo.
“I knew it,” Evan said, waving the knife in the direction Misha went. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
Wyatt frowned and shrugged.
“Don’t know what I’m talking about? How about the phone?”
Wyatt blinked.
“How about this?” Evan stabbed Wyatt through the hand with the steak knife.
