ruhn danaan had disliked hunt for as long as he had known the angel had existed.

he wasn’t sure what it was- maybe it was the blood dispute between angels and fae that his father had drilled into him from the moment he’d been born. perhaps it was the physical fight he’d had with hunt. or maybe he just hated his personality.

it vexed him to no end, how hunt paraded around with ruhn’s sister as though the two were detectives. the murder case was serious.

“honestly, this is a poor idea,” ruhn murmured, sitting beside bryce at the club. they’d been fishing for information, gathering clues.

when hunt walked in, he didn’t miss the way bryce stared at the angel.

when you walked in, he stared.

he hadn’t known hunt had a sibling. and holy gods, you looked good.

but damnit, you were an angel. not only that, but hunt’s sibling.