#Chapter41
For a split second, a slither of doubt hit him. Angel had fought bigger. Bettered bigger. But wasn't always about size, and that dangerous little glint that shone through the honey-browns, it earned his respect. But throwing hands with the guy, it wasn't going to help Lucien's state of mind.
/"If you care about your brother,/" Angel said, changing topics before it came to a dance of the fists, /"Then hear me out./"
A curt nod was the eventual reply.
/"Firstly, what did he tell you?/"
As a blush stole away at the other guy's cheeks, Angel resisted the urge to sigh. But the sheer ignorance of the guy had his shoulders dropping and the worst of his anger taking a step back.
/"That the diaper — /" If he was red before, the single word had his cheeks hitting the cherry juice /" — was his and he was being little or something. I don't know./"
