Chapter 15 (Liam)


    Kalbreal mmed his hands on the table. The people in the room looked at them, and the waiter


    moved toward Liam, “Is everything ok sir?”


    Liam smiled, causing thedy''s knees to buckle by his beauty and Kalbreal’s heating presence not


    helping, “My friend here is not one for humor.”


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    Kalbreal dropped his head near to Liam’s, “Watch your ce, William, might I remind you of who you


    speak with.”


    Liam stood up,pletely immune to Kalbreal’s threats. He walked outside after he dropped money on


    the table for the coffee he hadn''t even touched. Kalbreal followed him after noticing Alonso was gone.


    The sun was setting. Cars drove by. People walking around. But nothing could stop Liam from what he


    was about to do. They walked together down an ally, neither of them in a hurry. Once they were safe


    from prying eyes Liam grabbed Kalbreal’s arm in a firm lock, making sure not to touch the Angel’s skin,


    “Firstly, you don''t order me around, secondly my patience has run out. You don''t question me boy, and


    you don''t disrespect me. For that, you would answer my questions regarding re and then you would


    be my eyes and ears.”


    Kalbrealughed, “I am not your boy, maybe our time together has weakened your mind ckwyll. I


    only serve myself, my involvement with re is as beyond as I want it to be.”


    Liam put his hands behind his back, and took a step back, his cool persona back in ce, “Do you


    want to know what’s going on? Or better yet, the identity of the one you truly crave? Yes, I know why


    you truly here. Known it for years actually.”


    Kalbreal’s face creased, and paled, “How do you…”


    “I seek answers, news travels fast, h h h.”


    “That information isn’t worth the risk. You need to be careful, if you are dabbling in dangerous grounds.”


    Liam’s temper decreased mildly, “If I weren’t so smothered in emotionless conflict I would consider a


    possibility of you caring.”


    “You know I consider you family.”


    “Family?” he stared at Kalbreal, dumbfounded, surely he wasn''t serious, “Family, ha, no need to lie, we


    both know that’s not true. You might’ve fooled Kole but not me and neither Jullie.” Liam’s lip tipped up,


    “You can never be family to those you consider dirt Kalbreal and I would never ept one who I


    consider weak.”


    Kalbreal stepped back from Liam as if he had been hit in the chest. Liam walked closer to him, his


    arctic eyes aplete contrast to Kalbreal’sva ones, “I know your orders but if you hurt re..”


    “I won’t. I’ll meet you at home.” As if he was suddenly out of pretence, Kalbreal looked sad. The Angel


    amazed Liam at how pitiful he became when his feelings got hurt. Bloody hell, Liam had forgotten how


    young Kalbreal actually was. But the boy needed to learn, he knew Kole kept him close feeling


    obligated to look after him, well actually Kole pushed that burden on Liam.


    He felt the pinch, but didn’t show it, at Kalbreal words,- “Sometimes it’s hard to remember you’re a


    Caster who’s much older than me, I really thought you considered me family.”


    Liam stopped short, hearing it like a siren ringing in his ear, the pain in his chest, “DEMONS.”


    Kalbreal’s face graved, “Where?”


    Liam closed his eyes, tracking them, “They there, GO NOW.” At themand Kalbreal dissipated in a


    speck of bright light, like a sh.


    Wanting to go help but knowing he shouldn’t intervene, not as long as he was him, and not with


    Kalbreal there, had him clenching his jaw. So far he had managed to keep the Angel at a distance but


    still close enough not to get suspicious, but Angel-boy would figure it out. And when that day came


    Kalbreal would meet the end of his de. Liam wouldn''t risk his siblings safety for the life of an Angel


    that didn''t mean much to him. Ignoring the voice in his head which questioned that thought, he turned


    and saw a woman standing on the street.


    Tall and tanned inplexion, her French ent no doubt a turn-on for most but Liam just found it a


    bore and thorn in his shoulder when it came to this one, “I normally mutte my stalkers.” His


    annoyance unmasked in hisment.


    But she didn''t take the hint, “I’m looking for Franchesca, she’s wanted by the Garde.”


    He looked down at the navy Italian cottoned shirt paired with ck Armani pants and shoes his sister


    had just gotten him. He wasn’t dressed for this. ck hair as straight and unkempt as the day he was


    born, tickled his jaw as he walked up to her,


    “What’s your name again?”


    She red her nostrils, “Nadia.”


    “I would be of help but I’m just a lost beastly creature who knows nothing of the name.”


    “Boo hoo, William ckwyll, If your reputation weren’t so renowned for treating women like sex ves


    then maybe I might have considered you a real charmer.”


    Faster than the eye could catch, he closed the distance, hand gripped on her waist.


    Racing heart and arousal, sickening, her eyes dazed in desire, her lips parted with lust, he let her go. It


    took her a few steps to get her footing. Hands behind his back, he shook his head, “You want me like


    all the women out there.”


    She smiled, and shrugged, “Maybe, but after, I might just kill you.”


    She put her hand on his chest but he stepped back, “Touch me again and be you a female or not, I’ll


    tear the skin off your hands.”


    Death re, eyes narrowed at him, he smiled as if she had blown him a kiss, “Desperation is not a


    good quality on a woman, nor is revenge.”


    Walking away, back turned he spun around so quickly, catching the tip of the knife she had thrown at


    him. Flinging it back, secondster the knife went right through the same hand that had dared injure


    him.


    Hissing, her face scrunched up in pain as she tried to take the knife out, but the thing twisted deeper


    and deeper. Realization hit her and she dropped her hand and paled. Ah, clever girl, but not bright


    enough, because she had made an enemy, “tut, tut-tut, no wonder you are just a Garde Nadia, I know


    a girl who would’ve done some serious damage with that knife, now be gone before I kill you out of


    boredom.”


    Smiling to himself as she ran away, he continued toward the main road to his parked Jaguar. His phone


    rang, flipping it open as he slipped in, “Any good news.”


    The voice on the other end fainted, after the words had slipped through his speaker. He dropped his


    phone and all that around him had changed.