33. Chemistry

'He is madness. He thrives in disorder.' - Bloodsongs.

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(Azakeal)

Azak walked with her through the crowded corridor. She kept throwing him glances, subtly, or what she thought as subtle. He could feel and see every look from her. He thought about the time, just few minutes ago, when he had touched her so gently, like she was not just a ward, but something more precious... and his heart twisted. He touched her like how a human man touched the woman he liked. She was not the woman he could like. He couldn't like anyone.

'What is wrong with me? I am an angel. I don't feel- attraction.'

But he had seen humans and their world and how two people who were attracted to each other behaved and the moment his palm touched her soft skin, the moment his violet eyes stared into her breathtaking blue eyes hiding secrets of heaven and earth, he felt the small pull in his heart and he knew it was so wrong. Yet, it felt so damn right.

He was scared of that feeling. He was frightened. He, who ha