Twenty-Eight {EDITED}

I’m so sorry guys, while updating this chapter, I didn't know it was cut in half and the system is taking way too long to approve my edit so I’ll drop the full chapter here. Thank you💗

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Azrael's POV:

The beast was getting stronger. This is not good.

Thankfully, no one saw that. They couldn't have, as we've barely left the gated driveway. There was no explanation for what had just happened without raising suspicions.

I moved too fast and instantly regretted it.

The persistent, painful, throbbing in my head was causing my vision to be blurry. I moved again, groaning at the stabbing pain that shot through me.

“Hey, man.” I think that was Caspian, his voice sounded far away. Sort of. “Hey, Azrael. You good? Can you hear me?”

I could hear the car door opening and slamming and then, the door to the driver's seat opened. Caspian grabbed my shoulders, shaking me hard enough to rattle my brain. 

“Shit, bro. You're bleeding.” I heard rustling. “You need to see a doctor—”

“No!” I protested, my eyes flying open. “I'm fine. I will be fine, it's just a scratch, let's not make a big deal about this.”

Caspian huffed in frustration. “That's more than a scratch.” 

I rolled my eyes cause he was being dramatic. It will be completely healed soon, and the skin will show no sign of injury. 

“How bad was the car crash?” I asked, pushing him out of the way so I could climb out. 

“Can't believe that's what you're asking right now,” he sighed, helping me out as I leaned on him. “... well, if you check out the front, you'll notice the headlights are pretty fucked up, the hood too.”

Carefully, I moved around to the front, taking in the irreparable damage. 

Well, fuck.

The grey Aston Martin Valhalla was one of my favorites. “So we toss the Valhalla then?” Probably get a new one while at it. 

He winced. “I mean, you did mess it up pretty badly for an accident that didn't have much impact. 

Caspian was right, we hadn't crashed too hard yet, the hood was twisted and bent, the headlights were shattered on the concrete floor, and huge dents and scratches were decorating it. I didn't want to think too hard about the fact that it had happened this way because of my beast… 

I'd rather deal with the simpler matter now. Trashing the damaged car. 

“So I guess no school for us today. 

I frowned. “Why? We can just take the Porsche.” 

“You know we don't always have to attend these classes to keep up appearances, right?” He deadpanned. 

 “Speak for  yourself.” 

He gawked. “Since when did you give a fuck about those classes?” 

I smirked. “Who says I'm going to campus for the classes? I'm doing this for freckles.” 

He faked a gag, his face twisting into a look of disgust.  “You're disgustingly cringe.” 

I huffed a laugh, shaking my head, and strolled back to the house to get the key fob. Moments later, I'm about to drive out when Caspian stops me and slides in next to me. I guess he changed his mind about staying behind.

“You could have at least gotten a Band-Aid for the cuts above your eyebrow and hand,” Caspian said, frowning at the side of my face.

But a wide grin split my lips. “No. I want her to do that for me.” 

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Saphielle’s POV: 

‘KR: I miss you. Wish I could kiss you.’

‘KR: would you even let me do that?’

KR: you there? 

KR: Saphy?

KR: It's not cool that you're not responding. I've been taking out my time to message you, babe.

I groaned, my fingers flying across laptop keys as I momentarily glanced up to make sure my professor didn't notice a thing.

Me: Why are you texting me? Aren't you in class or something? 

I blew a breath, glaring at the blinking cursor as frustration bubbled in my chest.

Kasper's been sending me lots of texts since last night.

It's fucking annoying.

 Okay, the texts weren't annoying last night. They felt familiar, tugged at my heartstrings even. It was something I'd missed, something I secretly craved. His attention, his affectionate and sweet texts, his love. 

I might have pretended to be over him after that humiliating public breakup up but deep down, there was a massive hole in my heart, a sharp ache whenever I thought about him.

But now, he wouldn't stop texting even now, while I was in class and taking down notes! 

If I shut the system off, then I'll have to miss out and look odd, and if I leave it on Kasper wouldn't ease up.

KR: I'm in class babe. But all I can think about is you.

KR: I'd rather stare at your gorgeous face for hours than sit through one more boring political science class.

I couldn't help it, my chest fluttered despite my earlier frustration.

KR: Can I see you later today?

I perked up at that. Cause yeah, I was willing to make things work between us… I still liked him—very much—and would love to spend time with him.

Me: Sure ;) where should we meet? 

His reply was instant.

KR: Since we both wanna keep this low key, I've got the best spot. I'll bring your favorite ice cream.

KR: Strawberry flavor. 

Actually, it was chocolate, but I just didn't want to hurt his feelings after he'd forgotten about that twice in the early months of our relationship, so I managed. 

Me: Okay… will text you when I'm done here—

“Oh no!” I muttered to myself when a memory hit me. 

‘I was supposed to return Azrael's gifts today!’ 

And it has to be today so I don't send mixed signals by keeping them with me for longer than necessary.

I slumped back in my seat, staring blankly at the text I was about to send.

Ugh. 

This Azrael keeps messing with my life. I'm supposed to see Kasper later but now, I've got to cancel just to return his gifts! 

I swallowed hard and long-pressed on the backspace key and then typed out a new text.

Me: I'm so sorry. But I just remembered the TA told me my professor would like to see me regarding some school work I did last week. It's pretty urgent and I'll make it up to you.

I shut my eyes tightly, hit send, and shut the system even as my chest rose with emotions I couldn't process.

I just lied to the guy I liked for the one I disliked.