Chapter 23

Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry.

He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew.

"I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark.

“Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark.

“Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.”

“There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl