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His expression changes slightly. “Then I showed up.”
I look back at him. “Oh, God.”
Sentinel snorts. “Pretty much Rhett’s reaction too.”
A laugh escapes me.
“I prospected in not long after he’d finally settled. Angel walks into a clubhouse where the resident hellhound has only recently stopped expecting everyone to fuck him over.” Sentinel shakes his head at the memory. “You can imagine how well that went.”
“He hated you?”
“Immediately.”
“And you?”
“Thought he was an obnoxious, loud-mouthed asshole with anger-management issues.”
“So, basically you both nailed the first impression.”
Sentinel points the wrench at me. “Careful.”
I grin.
He lowers it again, but there’s a smile hanging around his mouth now. “We fought constantly. Still fucking do. Heaven and Hell aren’t exactly built to play nice together, and neither were we. Put us in the same room for long enough and one of us was guaranteed to piss the other off.”
“Some things never change.”
“Not even slightly.” His smile softens. “But somewhere along the way, the asshole became my best friend.” Sentinel looks down at the wrench in his hands, turning it once before setting it on the bench. “We shouldn’t work. Half the time we still don’t. We fight like cats and dogs, or Heaven and Hell, I guess, but he’s a real brother to me. Not club brother. Not because we wear the same patch. I mean… brother.” His eyes lift to mine. “I’d die for that man in a heartbeat.” The words come out without hesitation, and because this is Sentinel, I know there isn’t an ounce of exaggeration in them.
And angels can’t lie.
He points at me. “Don’t you fucking dare tell the asshole I said that.”
My mouth twitches. “You realize you’re an angel who physically can’t lie, right?”
“Doesn’t mean I need Carnage knowing I have feelings.”
“Pretty sure he already knows.”
“We have a system. I annoy him, he gives me the finger, nobody discusses emotions. It’s worked perfect for years.”
I laugh, and Sentinel grins before continuing, “We prospected together for a while. Different reasons for being here, obviously, but we came up through the club side by side. When Raze finally decided we’d earned our patches, he gave us our road names.”
“So, Carnage wasn’t his choice?”
“Nope.” Sentinel’s grin gets wider. “That was all Raze.”
I glance toward Carnage’s bike. “Why Carnage?”
Sentinel stares at me, and I stare back.
His eyebrows slowly climb as if to say, really?
“Okay, fuck you.” I laugh. “I heard it as soon as I said it.”
“You slept with the man last night and somehow missed the obvious?”
Heat rushes straight into my face. “We are absolutely not discussing that.”
