“You said we had a plan.” Luke began in Spanish, making Angel blink in surprise. His chin rose and he looked at the rest of them,“But all we’ve seen you do up until now is talk to our middleman.”
Angel grimaced, “Dios, your pronunciations are still atrocious.” He responded in Spanish and winced as Christina punched him in the shoulder, “Just trust me.Confía en mí–”
“Slight change of plans.”
Kyle’s voice came suddenly from behind them, making everyone except Angel jump in surprise. He just turned on his heels, watching as Verana and Ray trailed behind him. His gaze snagged on her casual attire. She was wearing blue jeans and had topped it off with an army green sweatshirt. He saw her stand beside Kyle and cross her arms as her cool gaze swept all of them.
“I’m coming with you both.” Kyle continued, and Angel turned him slowly. The blonde boy looked back at him; all sense of humor wiped from his face.
So that’s how it was going to be now.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before walking past Angel, bumping his shoulder in the process. Angel’s brows scrunched as he realized. Kyle hadn’t ruled them out as suspects just yet.
The thought didn’t surprise him. He blinked past it as Verana’s smooth voice drawled from Ray’s other end,
“I suppose we should get going as well.” She said, her words aimed at Christina. Angel saw her blink in surprise as she raised a hand to her chest and stared backat Verana. The other girl’s brow perked up in interest as Christina shook her head and inclined her head,
“We…shall.” She said and cleared the path for Verana to walk away.
Those hazel eyes snapped to them in horror as if saying–why the hell was she talking to me?Jack cackled as Luke patted Christina’s shoulder solemnly and murmured,
“Good job.” he said and ducked out of her way before she could hurt him.
Angel’s attention and smile was snatched away as Ray took a step forward, her blue highlights showing as her hair swayed with the wind. He blinked as she strode closer, his thoughts flashing to the night before. About her breakdown and her sheen honey eyes. About the way, she’d placed the gun right against his heart and made a promise.
He was so messed up.
“Let’s go.” Her voice drew him out of his daze and he stepped back, allowing her to pass as he turned to face his friends. He couldn’t tell them about Sorin just yet. Not when they didn’t have anything concrete. Right now their jobs were simply keeping their eyes and ears open for any weaknesses. So far, however, the Lions had none. They all stared back at him, and Angel nodded, willing them to understand. To believe in him.
They really did, because then Luke exhaled and turned to walk to the car that approached their entrance.
Angel breathed out in relief and turned to see Ray’s eyes already trained on him. They stood like that for a second. After last night, it was as though something had changed between them. This alliance they’d begun last night, it was as though they’d signed a brief truce.
Angel wasn’t sure if he liked that idea.
But then Ray was beckoning them forward and Kyle was nowhere to be seen, so Angel was walking ahead. When he stepped beside her, he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything, but was pleasantly surprised to hear her voice,
“Don’t make it obvious today. We’re just testing how slippery he is.” She said softly and Angel suppressed a smile as she turned to face him, “And don’t makethisobvious either.”
A small grin broke free as Angel looked at her slowly. Ray snapped her head away but he’d caught the heated look in her eyes, “Don’t want to be associated with me Storm?”
“Quit,” she snarled, and Angel masked his chuckle as a cough, “Calling me that.”
“No.”
She turned to hiss but he only looked away, “This ain’t my first rodeo at catching rats,Storm.” He said and saw her roll her eyes, “I think I have enough patience to last me a lifetime.”
She scoffed, “That’s why you’re so pissed off when I’m around.”
Angel’s eyes flashed,what was this girl, “I’m not pissed off.” He said and felt her cold gaze fume his annoyance, “I’ve explained this before. I’m not doing it again.”
“And you say you’re not affected.” She responded. Angel was about to snap back when a car swept past their vision. It was a beautiful deep red Tesla, and it didn’t make a sound as it stopped before them. Angel’s eyes were wide in surprise as he saw Kyle roll down his window. His golden hair, unruffled and poised as always, was slightly messy as he pointed in the direction of the driver.
“Sorin.” He said.
Angel recovered from his daze, memorizing the face.
It was a round face, one that didn’t hide his beauty when his curly hair flew with the wind. Those black eyes were trained ahead as Angel ducked his head to look at him, his hands still fisted in his pockets. Sorin was wearing black gloves that held the steering wheel tightly. Angel caught the steel glint of a silver necklace around his neck and a similar pair of earrings on his ear.
