Chapter 19

Blakely

As usual, the first thing I woke up to was my tormentors smiling face.

Azrael’s otherworldly good looks never failed to leave me breathless, but I wasn’t the only one struggling to get air in. He was too, though it was most likely because I had a tendency to strangle him in my sleep. It was hard to care about his safety when he continued to sneak into my room day in and day out.

On a positive note, I was slowly becoming fond of this particular defense mechanism.

This morning I found his dimpled grin and tousled hair a lot less charming. Unsurprisingly, it had everything to do with the conversation I’d overheard last night. Even if he wasn’t serious about planning on bedding me (who even said that anymore?), I had no intentions on becoming another notch in his godly bedpost.

I ripped my hands away from his throat and snarled menacingly. “Enough creeping on me while I sleep!”

His response was a lazy grin, a clear refusal as far as I was concerned. Heat warmed my face as I s