Chapter 11

Blakely

Holy Moon Goddess, was I just flirting with Azrael, God of the mother-effing wolves?

Bah, of course I wasn’t. He’d made a lewd comment, most likely to stroke his already over-inflated ego, and I simply knocked him down a peg. Really, I was doing the world a favor.

Was there a medal for that? There should be.

It was bad enough he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen, and judging from that smirk he knew it too, but he also held all the power of a god. Beautiful and deadly. A combination my lady parts seemed to love.

Clearly, I needed therapy and a cold shower.

I didn’t so much as glance his way until we were both in the kitchens, sitting at the island as we had been mere hours ago. The feast laid out before us spewed steam and a myriad of mouthwatering scents into the air. Once again, there was no meat. I was pleasantly surprised the magically possessed mansion cared about my dietary restrictions.

There were platters of smoked vegetables, heavily seasoned with someth