Page 209 of Chaos has a Name
She was to the point.
“Does he prefer Uriel? Or Caspian?” she asked. “He told me his name, but it was more in passing.”
Yeah, that was huge, and Ethan knew it.
Very few people were privy to his name. They did, since they were family, but even the Marines didn’t know for the longest time.
That he’d told her…
It was important.
“Mostly, he prefers Caspian,” he admitted. “Unless he’s at work. Then, he answers to Uriel.”
Okay, well, that she could do.
If she could build up the nerve to do it.
“The Marine and the man have very different personalities. Think of him as split in two. At work, he’s very much a Marine. Off duty, he’s shy and reserved.”
Yeah, she could pull this off.
Before he could say anymore, Gryphen appeared, and he was hustling it down the hallway toward Ethan.
Immediately, he knew.
“What happened?” Blackhawk asked, fearing the worst. Their security didn’t run unless something bad had happened.
“Don’t panic.”
Uh-oh.
“What?” he asked, knowing anytime someone started with that, there was plenty of need to freak the fuck out. Oh, and now, he absolutely was doing just that.
Gryphen clued him in.
“They were at the scene, and someone shot arrows at the team.”
Ethan looked panicked.
And with good reason, so Gryphen continued.
“Both Elizabeth and Ivan took down Chris and Gene, and then they ran after the person who shot at them with the arrows.”
Oh, no.
He didn’t like that.
At.
All.
Immediately, Ethan texted his brother, telling him to get to the lobby—ASAP.
Then, he went back to focusing on Gryphen—who’s work phone was chiming non-stop.
Ethan went there.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked, as his brother approached, looking worried.
