Page 15 of Breathe
The waitress came with water and took their orders before leaving them alone.
“And?” Cash prompted.
“I was going to tell you about YA, but it sounds like you already know,” Azrael said sheepishly.
“Only from what Rebel us,” Apollo said.
“Well…It’s going well. It’s a slow start, but after I get a few key elements handled, YA should be up and running,” Azrael told them.
“I hate that you stayed in that life,” Apollo said, his mouth pulling down sadly.
“I’m happy you left this life,” Azrael countered.
“I think part of growing up is figuring out who you are and what you want in life,” Cash murmured, rubbing the five o’clock shadow on his jaw.
“Quit that or you’ll leave a rash,” Apollo scolded and removed Cash’s fingers from his face.
“It’s bugging me,” Cash said sheepishly.
“But so sexy,” Apollo countered.
Azrael laughed. “You two are nuts.”
“Certifiable,” Apollo agreed, and they shared a smile.
The waitress delivered their food, plates piping hot and piled high. The smell of sausage and pancake drifted in the air, and Azrael attacked the food with a vengeance.
The talk turned to college life after that, and the rest of their breakfast was lively. Meeting up with them had been fun.
Azrael had them drop him off down the street before pulling into the main gate.
Walking along the garden, Azrael was heading toward the spot where he could scale the wall and leap to the roof and enter his room that way.
The only reason he was doing that was because he didn’t want to run into Real.
“If you keep taking off, we won’t let you back on the property.”
Azrael turned at the tall green hedges and gazed at the three guards.
The guy in the front glared at him. Since when the fuck couldn’t he take off?
And whose orders would prevent him from coming back?
Was it Dave, Stone…or had Real said something?
“I don’t even know who you are, nor do I care, but if you get in my way, there’s going to be a problem,” Azrael said, squinting at the big beefy guard who had spoken.
There were three of them, but Azrael was sure he could kill them all. But he wasn’t sure if Dave would be pissed if his guards suddenly ended up dead.
On the other hand, he was an assassin and theywerefucking with him.
“I’m the lead guard at this estate, and you better remember that,” the same guard said.
“I have faulty memory when it comes to douche bags,” Azrael said and walked past them.
The guy shoulder-checked him hard, and because he hadn’t been expecting it, Azrael couldn’t brace himself.
Thank fuck he was agile and quick on his feet, so he saved himself from plowing into the walkway, but his shoulder hit the brick wall and pain pulsed through his arm.
