Chapter 71: Sneaking in to see you
Azrael paced back and forth in his room, hand on his forehead and the other pressed on his waist. He would then stop after the events of that afternoon would begin resurfacing in his head. A wide grin would escape from his face, and the hand on his forehead would move to his mouth, covering that goofy grin filled with happiness.
That grin wouldn’t stop with just that, loud and crispy chuckles would then sound from his mouth, and the hand that covered it, would slide back on his eyes, cupping them as his cackles turned to laughter.
Roy, who got dragged by his boss into that place, was following Azrael’s every movement, his pupils moving like a ping-pong ball getting hit in an impressive rally. His eyes would then stop once his boss paused movement, then his stony face would show trepidation seeing his boss change demeanor in a split second. In his eyes, Azrael was some lunatic whose sanity was hanging on a thin thread.
Once the laughter died, Azrael would look anxious again. He talked to himself, "Dammit. The things I said back then," the words he whispered to Athan mocked him, they ran in his head like a malfunctioning cassette tape, repeating the same scene over and over again. He slapped his forehead again and began pacing back and forth. "What if that bastard told him? Nah, that bastard won’t say anything hurtful to his brother...haha, yeah, brother. They’re f*cking siblings! Damn this. I did something horrible, didn’t I, Roy?"
Roy shrugged his shoulders, "You did because you don’t know, sir. You’re not to blame."
The easy alpha nodded his head, "Right. I’m not to blame..." he mumbled, looking at the setting sun through the window. He could see Knox’s image in those transparent glass panes, hurt from the words he spoke, and his chest tightened. He then added, "...I’m not f*cking convinced."
He was glad, ecstatic even, after knowing the truth. He wanted to rush to the chairman and snatch Knox from him, then run to the opposite side and hide Knox, waiting for him to wake up just to ask him directly. So, he would be at ease. So, he could be reassured that what he heard wasn’t just a fragment of his own illusion, of what he wanted it to be. Seeing Athan Horace as the first person to respond and give comfort to Knox’s vulnerability, made him mad that he wished they were related and not in that kind of relationship. That’s the only solace to calm his raging nerves from stepping in and putting Knox in a tight spot.
He needed to think that way to rein his possessive trait.
And behold, the heavens heard his plea. The amount of joy that rushed to him drowned him to the core. He almost leaped and rejoiced in the presence of that crowd.
"I should check on him," Azrael declared. "Did you learn which suite he was in?"
Roy answered, "He was brought in one of the villas in Estrella Street, sir."