Angel's POV
"Am I interrupting something?" His voice was deadly quiet. Too quiet.
"Just showing our guest around," Merrick said smoothly, though he didn't step away from me. "Is there something you need, brother?"
The word 'brother' carried an edge I couldn't interpret.
"The Alpha requests Angel's presence," Uriel said flatly. "Something about discussing sleeping arrangements for tomorrow."
It was obviously a lie.
But I couldn't exactly call him on it without causing a scene.
"Of course." Merrick finally stepped back, though his hand lingered on mine for a moment longer than necessary. "Until tomorrow, Angel. I'll show you the rest of the grounds if the sun's out. You'll love the gardens."
"I'm sure I will. Thank you."
I moved toward Uriel, hyper-aware of the tension crackling between the two brothers.
When I reached him, he immediately started walking, forcing me to hurry to keep up.
"That was rude," I said quietly once we were out of earshot.
