TWENTY - MINUTES AGO ,
THEY WERE AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS .
and now ? they sat facing each other as alfred forced the men to reconcile .
THEY DIDN’T WANT TO , but he made them .
so , malakh sat on the edge of the barstool in the kitchen , tending to levi’s wounds .
HIS GREEN EYES . . . though .
stared at him and malakh felt the blood rush to his ears , turning them bright pink .
“ WOULD YOU QUIT IT ? ”
hissing low , he dabbed the other’s with the cotton wipe , ridding the jaw clean of blood .