Chapter 8.2

Nazarel smirked at us. "Azazel, you're a wuss. Remember what we talked about." Nazarel said as he walked away, he gave me one last look.

"What the fuck? Dude, what was that?" I noticed Samael crease his brow.

"Tss, just get back to your work." Azazel whisked me away. We exited the nightclub as the silence filled between us. I couldn't protest even if I wanted to.

He drew a cigarette and lit it. As he leaned against his car, he fixed his gaze on me.

"Would you mind?" He said this while putting the cigarette in his mouth.

I really don’t like a person who smokes. But then I shook my head and just watched him puff on his cigarette. I just stood there in front of him, watching him smoke himself to death.

I have a lot of questions running through my head. But I don't know how to ask it away on him. I don't think I'll be able to ask him. Right now, he has seemed enraged and dangerous. That's how I've always felt. I knew he was a dangerous typ