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Oh man. Yuri is going to be such a jerk about this, Michel grumbled as he yanked on his sweats. He s got a worse mouth on him than me. Hey, I thought your mouth looked pretty damn good from where I was at, Bren joked as he pulled on his denims. Cross started coughing like he d choked on his own spit or something. Shut. Up. Bren, the redhead demanded. Hello? the voice called. The sound of footsteps on the stairs had them all dashing for the door. Hold the fuck up, Yuri! Bren yelled. He was the first one to reach the door. They all barreled out, leaving Madigan alone with the mess. He sighed. It was hard to be mad about it, though. He should ve been embarrassed by his wanton behavior, but he just didn t have the energy. As carefully as he could, he stood and made his way over to the attached master bathroom in search of towels. Angel Bound 75 Chapter Eleven Yuri stared at his fellow guardians as they ushered him into the kitchen and away from the upstairs. They were all flushed, nervous, their motions tense. His eyes met Dex s from across the room as he stood by the entryway into the pantry. He d half thought that they d been kidding when Dex had said we re busy. Apparently not. At least that would make it easier on them when Yuri spilled his news to them. So what s up, guys? he asked, crossing his thick arms over his defined pecks. He hadn t bothered to wear a shirt. He d flown in from South America. The distance alone had him sweating despite the altitude. Of course, that was why they sent him. He was the best flyer and the fastest. As one of Uriel s angels, he was built for speed and long-distance travel. We were taking care of our charge, Cross said simply. He was always the levelheaded one. Thus why Raphael had put him in charge of their ragtag team. It was unheard of for angels of all choirs to work together. Yuri scoffed. If by taking care of you mean banging. Sure. They all winced at his wording. Among all of the angels, he d probably spent the most time on Earth. It certainly showed in his language. It amused him to ruffle their feathers, so to speak. So what s got all your dicks in a twist? He some kind of super slut? He didn t even see the fist coming at his face, but he sure as hell felt the crunch as it collided with his nose. His head whipped back, blood exploding from him in a wide arch. Fuck. That hurt. Yuri was 76 Jana Downs momentarily stunned as he was knocked back into the cabinetry. Bren snarled in his face, hauling back like he was going to hit him again. Bren, stand down! Cross was yelling from somewhere over his shoulder. Though Yuri sure as fuck noticed that the guy wasn t pulling Bren off of him. Don t you ever talk about him like that, you piece of shit! Bren shouted in his face. Blood dripped down Yuri s mouth, and he spat it on the white tile floor, leaving a pink stain. Bren fisted his shirt and lifted him a foot off the ground. Do you fucking hear me, Yuri? Let go of me now, psycho. Or else I m going to fucking murder you. Yuri tried to keep his voice calm. Energy and anger thrummed through his body like a physical force. His muscles jumped eagerly like dogs pulling on their leads. He could already feel the tissue reknitting in his nose as what was broken was reset and fixed. The benefits of being an angel. That wasn t the point. The principle of the thing had to be addressed. He was going to whip Bren s fucking ass. What did he think he was doing? Why the hell did he care about their charge s reputation so much? They d known him a grand total of a day! Bren! What the hell are you doing? Get off of him! an unfamiliar voice shouted. Bren dropped him like a scalding stone. Yuri landed on his feet but it jarred his knees. The bastard. He was shaking in rage. He turned his golden eyes and opened his mouth to tell whoever was interfering to fuck off. Dark green eyes and a face that belonged on a frigging statue had him snapping his jaw shut. His nose twitched as the stranger s smell hit his nostrils. Was this their charge? Holy Christ, he was beautiful, and he smelled so good. Hi, Yuri murmured a little breathlessly. If someone asked, he was blaming it on the fight. The little redhead glared. Hi yourself, dickhead. Why were you picking a fight with the guys? Angel Bound 77 I wasn t trying to pick a fight, Yuri answered defensively. Bren jumped me. Don t make dumbass comments, and I wouldn t have to jump your ass, Bren groused. Temper, temper, Luci s angel, Yuri goaded, trying to distract himself from the weird attraction to the nephilim. I said stop harassing Bren, Raphael s son interrupted before he could really get Bren going again. He wanted to finish the fight they d started. Yuri turned his gaze toward him. Who put you in charge of this outfit, son of Raphael? His eyes flicked toward Cross. Last time I checked, it was Cross s job to tell me what to do. The nephilim held up his hands in surrender. I m not attacking you. I just want you to stop fighting with everyone. He paused. You re the one they ve been waiting for? Yuri nodded slowly. The change in attitude was a little disconcerting. Their charge looked at Bren. You don t need to jump people like that, Bren. Sticks and stones, okay? Yuri was shocked when Bren nodded his head and looked down in embarrassment. Those green eyes turned back toward him. Why don t you come into the living room with us and sit down? I bet you re tired. Again, Yuri nodded. He was oddly touched by the concern in the nephilim s voice. The charge favored him with a smile, the enticing scent growing with each passing second. Hmmm& He d almost forgotten what it was like to be around a nephilim going through the transition period between youth and adult. It had to be his pheromones that were so enticing. 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