We entered the sparring room in time to see Angel thrown through the air and crash into the wall. He grunted with pain and got to his feet and watched as Quinn strode toward him. My mate slammed his fist into the wall beside Angel and the other man didn’t even flinch. He frowned and tilted his head to the as he noticed me, a frown creasing his lips. “You should leave, Hazel.”
Quinn looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes pitch black. “Stay, and watch.” He ordered. He stretched his neck one way and the other as he stepped closer to Angel. “I was very fair when I told you what would happen if you entered my home again. Beyond clear, if you ask me, and yet you still came in anyway.”
“I had to,” Angel answered. “I have to talk to Hazel.”
The crack of a fist slamming into a chin echoed thro
