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Markus' coughing made Lucian frown. Apollo had reassured him that Markus was out of the woods, but it still seemed indicative of some pretty serious internal injury. But he smiled at the question of working together and reached out to grab Markus' hand. "One more time. To saving each other's asses all over again," he said. "And, that takes quite a lot of energy, so I think we could both do with getting some sleep."
He would have been lying if he said that he didn't want to go back to his own apartment to sleep. With the space his head was in right now, he felt as though being somewhere familiar would help. But he wasn't leaving Markus here by himself, and he wasn't risking walking through the streets alone at this hour of night. Staying here was the best option for both of them. "Right, Markus, darling, do you want a blanket? More pillows? I'm at your service, sir," he teased. "And ask for it now, because once I fall asleep, you won't have a chance of waking me up."
Mentally, he was running through his schedule for the next two weeks. Miraculously, he was in a quiet patch for once. The fashion show had been such a mammoth task that his agent had basically forced him to take two weeks off. He had one feature due in a few days time, but for once, his attention wouldn't be divided.
They were going to need every spare hour of those two weeks. Those goons were incredibly strong, and they both needed to refine their abilities to have a hope of standing their ground against them. What Lucian and Markus had against them was the power of strategy. The goons were disorganised, every man fighting for himself. That might be what it took to outsmart them.