Uriel laughed, and Zechariah clenched his fists. Here he was trying to save Uriel from his own idiocy, and this was the thanks he got!

“Oh my!” he snarled... probably loud enough for those within his home to hear. “Look at you, learning so much hiding under Muter’s skirt your whole damned life! One woman bats her eyes at you and now it is love!”

He whirled to fully face him … but his dramatic monologue was cut short by a coughing fit. He glared, tossed his hands in the air in exasperation, and stormed back into the summer home.

Next thing he knew, Crane had the vagrant on him. That robe was entirely too small on him.

Too bad.

“The captain, gentlemen,” he gritted out with a nod to the door.

He had half a mind to strangle the captain himself if they found him – imagining Uriel’s face on him.