Chapter 16

Blakely

“Where is it?”

Azrael cracked open an eye, then yawned loudly. “Where is what, little wolf?”

“Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about. Where is it?”

He scrunched his annoyingly attractive face until it looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel. What little crumbs of patience I had faded into oblivion. Even the good night’s sleep I’d somehow managed hadn’t prepared me to deal with these chaotic gods.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, snapping the book in my hands shut. Dust motes exploded into the air, twirling lazily in the midday sun.

“I’m trying to read your mind, obviously.” His features smoothed out as he tapped his chin. “Oh wait, that’s not one of my abilities.”

I let out a war cry. Internally, of course.

“The mirror, Azrael. Where is the mirror?”

Realization dawned across his face. He sat up from the sofa he lounged on and stretched out his long legs, yawning a second time even though I knew the fucker hadn’t actually been sleeping. Nearly an hour ag