After a painfully long and very awkward ride, we finally reached Luc's estate -as Azrael demanded- and I quickly bolted out of the car, rushing to put as much distance as possible between us, struggling to calm down my racing heart and wretched nerves.
Standing just a few feet away from the car on the concrete alley I then took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a brief moment, still feeling a ghost of the warm sensation wherever his skin had made contact with mine, making it even harder for me to calm down.
Damnit... Why can't I just stop feeling like this?
"I don't care who the fuck you are, you're paying for this, man!"
I could now hear my brother's annoyed tone, shouting at Azrael from somewhere behind me, clearly referring to the entirely missing door of his car, making me lightly shake my head in disapproval at his arrogance. My brother really is something. Just about an hour ago, he had found out that Raz is an Archangel, and now he was arguing with him over his damn car!