Page 14 of Breathe
Apollo leaned over the railing with a smile, his shoulder-length straight black hair sliding forward. His brother’s hair wasn’t anywhere near as long as his own, but the dark, rich texture was identical.
“Let’s go to breakfast,” Apollo called down.
“Now you’re talking.” Azrael smiled back.
It was nice to see Apollo smiling, and when his twin was happy, Azrael couldn’t help but follow. He let the worry about Real float away and waited as Apollo and Cash came down the stairs.
Real and Stone’s voices floated from down one of the hallways, and Azrael’s heart started to pound.
“I forgot something, I’ll meet you on the street out front.” With that said, Azrael flew up the stairs and back into his room.
He shut and locked his bedroom door, hurried over to open the window, and slipped outside. Jogging across the roof, he picked up speed to make the jump to the high block wall.
No way did he want to run into Real. Humiliation still burned from the harsh way Real had shoved him aside after their near kiss.
Cat-walking down the wall, Azrael leaped to the grass on the other side and walked out to the side street.
Cash pulled to a stop with one of Dave’s SUVs, and Azrael quickly slid into the backseat.
“You know you can use the front door.” Apollo turned around to face him from the passenger seat.
“I know.” He shrugged.
“It’s what normal people—.”
“Okay!” Cash cut off Apollo brightly and slapped his hand to the steering wheel. “There’s this cool place on the beach that serves pancakes. You both down for that?”
“With strawberries?” Apollo asked, laughter clear in his voice.
Azrael wrinkled his nose at the thought of fruit on his pancakes. “As long as they have maple, I’m good,” he said.
The place was noisy, and the smell of bacon and baked goods filled the air.
Azrael’s stomach growled, and he was reminded that he’d gone to bed without food last night. It hadn’t been the first time nor the last.
“My treat,” he told them and slid into the booth the hostess led them to. He lifted the menu and searched for the combination breakfast plate.
“Thanks, bro, we appreciate it,” Apollo said, gazing at the menu.
“So…how’s the startup coming along?” Cash asked out of the blue.
“What startup?” Azrael frowned.
“Wait…” Cash looked at Apollo, who looked guilty as hell.
Azrael laid down his menu and squinted at his brother. “Are you talking about YA?”
“I don’t know.” Cash frowned with confusion.
“I heard something about it,” Apollo said, waving his hand about, his shoulder-length hair shimmered in the light.
Azrael shook back his own dark hair, and to keep the silky strands from falling forward, he tied it back with a black hair tie he kept around his wrist.
“What did you hear?” he asked.
“Well, for starters, Rebel told me he wants to rescue Solomon’s lost boys,” his brother said.
“That’s true.” Azrael nodded slowly.
