CHAPTER 13 | Witch

Charlotte turned her head towards the clock hanging on the wall. She has been lying awake since 5 in the morning and it was 7 now. The pain in her leg has reduced, thanks to all those medicines she has been taking but it was nowhere near how it used to be. She doubted it would ever be like it used to be. She was sure she wouldn't be able to walk normally before two months.

Feeling someone's eyes on her, Charlotte jerked her head towards the door. All she could see was a shadow from the small glass pane, but she had a good idea who it could be.

A few seconds later, the door opened and revealed Azraiel. He looked fucking handsome in the classic white button-up shirt paired with black trousers and black shoes. His hair was still damp indicating that he had taken a shower, his eyes were still on the handle of the door and his lips looked incredibly soft. The roll