Page 42 of Breathe
That his brother agreed with him without hesitation, Azrael knew Apollo was really hurting. His older twin usually argued with him.
“Did they catch the guy?”
Azrael shook his head and brushed his long hair over his shoulder to keep it out of his face.
“Not yet, but with Erebus and Genesis looking, it’s only a matter of time. Of course, if I find the guy first, then they’ll be shit out of luck.”
“Don’t.” Apollo tightened his hand around his. “Let them do it.”
“Don’t forget, I work for Erebus,” he reminded his brother.
“I haven’t forgotten any of it. I wonder why he came in guns blazing.”
“He was after Real,” Azrael said.
“Then let Genesis handle it.”
“Sure thing.”
“You’re lying to me,” Apollo said and grimaced when he shifted in the bed.
“They can do their thing and I’ll do mine.” Azrael smoothed his hand over the top of his brother’s. “The only thing you need to do is get better.”
Right on cue, the door opened and Cash walked through. The tall younger man hadn’t shaved and the hair on his face was growing in thick. Cash slammed the tray down on a small table and hurried over to the other side of the bed.
Bending down, Cash pressed his face into Apollo’s neck. The man’s hand came up and fingers slipped through his brother’s silky, shoulder-length hair.
Azrael quietly left the room.
Out in the wide hallway, the smell of antiseptic and bleach grew stronger. The voices of the team members who were still there drifted in snatches of conversation.
“Hey, Win?” Azrael said, spotting Winter talking to Rip.
“Yeah?” Winter smiled at the nickname.
“Want to go on a real date?”
“Last time wasn’t a real date?” Winter teased. The man stood and walked closer to him.
Real stared a hole in the side of Azrael’s head.
Not that it did any good because Azrael wasn’t looking at him, nor had he looked at him from the moment he’d arrived in an Uber and walked into Apollo’s room.
Same thing when Azrael came out of the hospital room, he didn’t even spare him a glance.
Now this?
Was he fucking hearing things?
Azrael had just asked Winter out on a fucking date? A date that had nothing to do with YA.
“Az.” His voice came out guttural and full of rage, but he didn’t give a fuck.
Azrael didn’t even acknowledge that he spoke. Instead, the slender assassin took Winter’s hand and walked with him toward the lobby.
The hallway turned red.
No fucking way!
