45 The Real Evils (1/2)

Arius sat in his car, Asrael was in the passenger seat, and there were three figures in the back.

”Why am I coming with?” Bertie asked.

”You're skilled with a knife.” Lufti looked his way, Delorah in the middle of them.

”A kitchen knife!” Bertie said with his usual sassy tone.

”What about that scar on Kane's back?” Delorah accused.

”He didn't die, now did he?” Bertie narrowed his eyes.

”Guess not.” Delorah shrugged, and that was the end of that conversation.

Lufti tapped on Arius's shoulder, ”I never had the chance to catch your name.”

”Cause' I didn't throw it.” Arius chuckled. ”You can call me Phil.”

Lufti was quiet after being given an answer, until Asrael asked, ”Lufti, did you bring my phone?”

”That I did.” Lufti reached into his front right pocket and took out a cloud phone with a black case.

”Wait, wait...” Arius was taken aback. ”Yesterday you said you didn't have anything to bring with.”

”I figured I would just escape you anyway.” Asrael said plainly.

Arius eye's shown with mirth. ”When did you give up on escaping?”

Asrael spoke quietly. ”Last night”

”How quick of you to change your mind.” Arius's lips curved.