Page 77 of Ravaged Soul
Axel: A package has arrived.
Warner: What kind of package?
His nap clearly didn’t last long.
Axel: Addressed to Ember and covered in international postmarks. It’s been bounced around. Can’t track where it originated from beyond Europe.
Warner: You scan it?
Axel: Fox did an X-Ray. It’s non-explosive. Can’t tell much else.
“Fucking hell,” Hyland mutters.
“Gael?”
“Could be. He knows by now that Carlos and his men are dead.”
“But what on earth could he possibly be sending me?”
At Hyland’s shrug, I tap back a quick response.
Ember: We’re still at the hospital. Hold tight.
Blaine: I’ll open it for you.
Ember: What if it’s some kind of trap?
Blaine: Then I’ll take Sabre to court for a workplace injury when my arm’s blown off.
Warner: Don’t let him open it, Ax.
It feels strange to laugh after recent events, but it bubbles out of me anyway.
Axel: Let the criminal take the risk. I’d pay to see his face get melted off by whatever’s inside.
Blaine: If Ember will kiss my face better, I’ll do it regardless.
Warner: DEFINITELY don’t let him open it.
Axel: Why’s babysitting my responsibility?
The phone is plucked from my hands and replaced by a coffee cup. I have to bite back another laugh at the thunderous look on Hyland’s face. Someone doesn’t approve of Blaine’s desire for me to kiss his boo-boo better.
“Come on,” he growls.
“Are you done being an overbearing prick?”
“For now. Let’s check on Tom then head to HQ. If the criminal bastard gets his face melted off, I wanna be the first to see it and make sure he doesn’t get medical help.”
“Hy…”
“Take your pills and drink the coffee, red. Though we will be continuing this conversation later.”
“You know, barking orders isn’t making you a more appealing choice.”
“Do you think I’m trying to be appealing?” he huffs.
“Evidently not. But your jealousy is showing, big man.”
