Angelo straightened up to look over Nikolai's shoulders, their new company didn't seem friendly.
"You don't happen to have a grenade in your coat, do you?" He looked up at Nikolai.
"I remember someone saying that was dangerous," Nikolai said dryly, starting to wish that he had done just that.
He reluctantly rose to his feet, taking Angelo with him. They stood face to face, but Nikolai's attention was on the ground, precisely on Angelo's feet.
"You're not wearing shoes," He noted with a frown.
Angelo was already pulling away from his hold, the Omega went over to his dead father without a change in expression and pulled out both daggers still embedded in his body.
"I'll live," He muttered, taking Nikolai's wrist and pulling him into a different room.
