"How long do we have to keep fighting over this?"
"For as long as you stop staring at her. "Arabella is mine."
"She is," Blaze affirmed. He tilted his hands in the air.
"Good," Sandro said. "I'm glad you are not putting up too much fight. Besides, I have good news to share with you."
Good news, Blaze mused. He didn't think anything from Sandro meant good news so far as he was concerned.
And he had never seen him react happily to any news before, whether good or not.
"What's it about?" You seem happy. "I hope it is not about killing anyone."
"It is." Sandro's grin widened and the smile on Blaze's face faltered.
His mind wandered to Arabella dying eventually.
He shook his head brushing off the thoughts away.
Then he frowned as Sandro tossed a plastic bag towards him.
"What the f**
