“Or maybe ya just aren’t as good lookin’ as ya think ya are,” she returned, pleased that she’d managed to ruffle his feathers at least a little.
Ozzy tugged his shirt off and tossed at her before holding his arms out at his sides. “How can you deny this awesomeness? This torso with my blue eyes? It’s a swoon worthy combo.”
Bridget had told him, said their youngest brother had been taking care of her while their father sorted himself out. He knew things had gotten rough in his absence, his tendency to overwork a little too close to his uncle’s in the long run. He had caught up with Cayden in the hall, gotten the run down, but he still wanted to meet his youngest sibling on his own.
Morpheus knocked gently before slowly opening the door, a soft smile touching on his lips at the sight of her.
Chance waited for Kellen to go before finally turning his attention back to the building. It was warded to hell, inside and out, but he had gotten rather good at reading the sigils over the years. They would have allowed Kellen in, but not out and he knew Sera would have been pissed had he allowed the boy to come to harm.
With a resolute sigh, he made his way inside, skin prickling in the rush of energy as he followed the only real path he could see through the old and derelict building. The last thing he had expected to come across was his step-father in chains.
“Now this is hardly the bait most would choose,” he remarked, leaning in the doorway and studying him for a moment. There was something off in Azrael’s posture and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
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