Chapter Thirty-five

Aside from Antonio Rufus, Angel and Blaze, the other people left on the jet returning to Moscow were the new doctor, the two pilots and one male flight attendant.

Angel felt like the dead and knew he smelt like one. He wasn’t surprised when the doctor came out shortly after, wrinkled his nose and asked Blaze and him to go clean up and find a change of clothes.

Thankfully, the jet had a private bathroom and, since anyone with the authority to give them hell was dead or in Antonio Rufus' case, sleeping, the two took their time having a hot bath.

Angel grinned when he saw extra boots and clothes packed in a bag by the door to the bathroom. He picked the bag up and threw it at Blaze. The other Were caught it in mid-air and quickly rummaged through.

They found new pairs of shoes that were their sizes, but the cargo pants and tops were a tad small. Blaze groaned when he wore it and saw it was too fitted on him. It showed off his muscular frame and the cargo pants were a tad uncomfort