“Go on over and check it out, then we’ll head down and talk to Jo this afternoon. And I guess decide if we wanna be Ravens.”
“You do know what these guys do, right…as Ravens?”
Gage nodded. “They right the wrongs in the world when everyone else fails. That’s how Valor explained it.”
Scar tilted his head, studying him. “They’re assassins. Spies that do serious black ops shit. And killing… I’m assuming lots of it.”
Gage hesitated for a moment, then straightened his back. “I’m still gonna’ listen to what she has to say.”
He let loose a cynical laugh. “Maybe they’ve got a secretary or chaplain position open, ’cause you ain’t no killer, preacher’s kid.”
The words barely left his mouth before Gage was on him.
Fast and so fucking precise.
One second, Scar was leaning against the counter, and the next, Gage had a fistful of his hoodie. He drove him backwards until his spine cracked against the table.
He sucked in a sharp breath, more shocked than hurt.
Gage knew exactly where he was, where to put his hand, and how much force to use.
He bared his forearm across Scar’s chest, pinning him. His grip was a lot stronger than he could’ve imagined. Stronger than it should’ve been.
Gage curled up one side of his lip, his eyes shining like sleet. Icy and…breathtaking.
“Do not mention my father,” he snarled. “Ever.”
Traitorous heat pooled below Scar’s waist.
“And you have no idea what I’m capable of, Scar.”
Gage released him just as abruptly as he’d grabbed him.
Scar stayed where he was, chest heaving. Not because he’d been afraid, but for a very different reason.
Seeing Gage lose control like that—
Holy shit.
He had no comeback as he stood there gaping like an idiot.
“Now get the hell outta’ my place,” Gage said flatly.
Scar didn’t move.
Unafraid and unflinching, Gage took a step closer. He was no longer the guy who used to tremble when Scar got in his face on the block.
“I’m going,” he muttered.
Gage didn’t turn to watch him leave…he listened.
White Ravens
Scar
Scar slept for most of the day, better than he had his entire life.
His place was ridiculous. Quiet, clean and sleek, with warm lighting. Nicer than anywhere he’d ever lived.
