Blake's POV
"No." The simple word firmly tumbled out his lips, the inhuman creatures intently watching our every move, while the guy holding that silvery blade frowned unsatisfied at my brother's response.
"No?" The angel's eyebrows shot up, curiously eyeing my brother, momentarily stopping his actions.
"Oh, I believe you heard me." He retorted, crossing his arms, intently putting up a defiant stance.
"Mr. Summers, I'm afraid we are in the middle of a misunderstanding.
Hand us over the girl now, or there will be serious repercussions." The angel stated in a dangerously calm tone, my brother, however, seeming completely unaffected by the silent threat underlining his tone as he carelessly fired back.
"Like what?"
"I'm afraid we will have to use physical force."