“Who’re you talking to?”
His head snapped up in time to see Kidel looking at him like he’d lost his damn mind.
Then again, Blaz was almost certain he had. Totally fucking lost it.
“No one,” he muttered. “I’ll be back.”
Kidel nodded, then turned his attention back to the game.
Fucking hell.
Once again on his feet, Blaz headed for the underground tunnels. He had to adjust his stride as he fought with his idiot cock. The damn thing was thick and proud, as though what was at the end of the tunnel was his best friend in all the world.
Fucking dumb ass.
“Just go in there, check on Mirakel, come back. Easy-peasy. Don’t look at the doc. Don’t talk to the doc. Don’t even fucking think about the doc.”
Blaz growled.
Easier fucking said than done. Ever since the kiss heard round the world, he hadn’t stopped thinking about Apollo. Not for a minute. And here he was.
No way to ignore the way Apollo had taunted him on the damn phone. He’d known instantly what the doc was up to.
“In case you care,” he muttered. “Why the fuck wouldn’t we care?”
Damn needling asshole.
Why him? Why did Apollo have to go and notice him? It was bad enough Blaz had spent the past few weeks thinking about the damn angel, fantasizing about him. That had been hard enough. It was like Apollo knew and now he wanted to push him.
Blaz saw the doors leading into the residence up ahead. He squared his shoulders, shifted his hips, and strolled forward. After placing his palm on the wall, letting the laser scan his retina, then instructing the door to open to satisfy the voice recognition, he took a deep breath and fought the urge to mow down the doors.
He managed to make it through without ripping off any of the hinges, even maintained a steady, even pace.
The angel had his back to him, but Blaz wasn’t fooled. No way Apollo didn’t know someone was coming up on his six.
“Wondered how long it’d take you,” the doc muttered before turning to face him.
Those pale blue eyes raked over him without an ounce of discretion.
Tonight, the angel was sporting a pair of black scrubs, which, Blaz had to admit, were damn appealing on him. His blond hair was brushed back from his face, the shadow of a beard coming in, the scruff only a tad darker than his hair. He looked good enough to fucking eat.
No.
No, he did not. Blaz wasn’t here for a meal, damn it.
“Where is he?” he barked.
Apollo hooked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the farthest door. Blaz headed that way, pretending he didn’t find it hot the way the sexy angel filled out those scrubs.
Rather than stroll into the room, Blaz peeked in the rectangular window in the door. He saw Briony first. The pretty Fae was standing at Mirakel’s bedside, her eyes locked on the enormous male laid out on the bed.
He was considering what his next move was when he felt the warmth of a body at his back.
“They’re doing fine,” Apollo whispered near his ear. “Couple of idiots ignoring their biological needs. But they’ll survive.”
But would he? Blaz wondered. His body reacted instantly to Apollo’s nearness, the gruff sound of his voice.
He didn’t bother to turn around. “So why’d you call me?”
