บท 12: Chapter 12 Excuses

I gulped, slowly turning my head to the side towards Azrael, noticing the calm, composed expression plastered all over his perfect features as he continued to play with that knife, keeping his gaze down.

Gosh, how could I be so stupid to think that he would actually forget about that?

He's a freaking cop, of course he doesn't forget!

I mentally slapped myself, anxiously squeezing my brains for a quick solution in order to avoid a messy situation, given the fact that my 'beloved' brother was also in the same room with us and he would've totally shot his ass, cop or not, if he would've heard the nature of Azrael's questions.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I blurted out, quickly lowering my gaze on my lap, however, didn't fail to notice that Raphael didn't even look surprised. In fact, he was attentively watching my every move, looking like he knew what his brother was talking about.