"I agree with you," Wade said.
"So why did you tell me that?” Uriel didn’t see why the man would mention something like that to him.
“Other than your short temper, the main reason I’m satisfied with you standing in for Blue is your aura. It doesn’t scream submissive omega; it’s more dominant, and I need that. I won’t be able to be with you every day. Blue is my primary client but I have others, and it would be worrisome if I heard you were timid and easily accepting of every suggestion someone threw your way. People would see through the act immediately.”
Uriel smiled, for once not feeling offended by something that came out of the man’s mouth. As an angel, the social-status hierarchy hadn't applied to him until he started living in the human realm.
“Khray,” Kayne said. “That’s not a factor with Uriel doing his job.”
Uriel chuckled and ran his hands through his hair, not adding anything else to the conversation. “I’m sure we’ll have more questions, but right now, I need to see Blue.”
Wade didn’t respond right away but stared at Uriel as if he were trying to see through his mind. “Contrary to what you might think, Uriel, I think we’ll get along.”
“We’ll see,” he said and walked into the next room and stopped, surprised at what he saw. Blue Lennox was sitting halfway up in bed with pillows stacked under his broken arm, looking at Uriel with confused cornflower-blue eyes.
“You’re back,” Blue whispered. The distance between the door and the bed was not that far, and Uriel could see tears brimming in his eyes. “You’ve come back to me.”
“Um...what?” Uriel looked behind him, hoping to see Wade and his friends behind him, but he was alone.
“Big brother, you came back. You said you’d be back, and I waited, but you took so long.” He started crying. “Where did you go? You just left me, why?”
“Do you know who you are?”
"Of course I know who I am, but...” He stopped and looked around the room, his arm and legs on the pillows, then back at Uriel. “Why am I here? What happened to me?”
“You’re in the hospital,” Uriel said, walking over to the bed. “You were in an accident earlier tonight. Can you tell me what your name is?”
He looked at Uriel as if he’d asked the dumbest question of his life. “Why would you ask me that question? My name is Blue, like the color of my eyes.”
“Okay, Blue, how old are you?”
“I’m...” He wrinkled his brows and stared at Uriel. “I don’t know.”
“Do you remember anything else, other than your name?”
He didn't speak for a bit, and Uriel was about to ask once more, but Blue spoke up. “I don’t know anything else.” He looked up at Uriel with scared eyes. “Big brother, I’m scared.”
“Hey, guys,” he yelled, getting the attention of the others who were still in the next room. “Get in here.” He didn’t take his eyes off the man in front of him.
“Blue,” he heard Khray Wade gasp behind him.
Uriel turned his head slightly and registered relief on Wade's face.
“Baby, you’re awake.” Wade hurriedly rolled himself over to Blue and grabbed his free hand gently, only to have the other man pull it away.
“Who are you? I don’t know who you are,” Blue said. “Brother, who are these people? And why are they here?”
Wade looked at Uriel in shock. “He has amnesia.”
“And he thinks I’m his brother.”
“Brother? Blue doesn’t have a brother,” Wade said.
But Uriel noticed the uncertainty in his face and words, which meant their case just got a bit more complicated.
“I’ll go and get the doctor,” Uriel said and got ready to leave but was stopped by Blue’s yell.
“No, brother, don’t leave again.” Blue was agitated and struggled to sit up, reaching out for Uriel.
