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Azrael

It was pitch black without light peeking in.

Leslie was deeply asleep, arms strapped around my waist. That my movements didn’t disturb him because he was a light sleeper.

All that excitement since we walked into town and the shower sex must have knocked him out. I grabbed my phone, supporting my arm against Leslie’s head.

Seventeen minutes past one.

I was thirsty and wide awake.

I searched around but there was no water on the nightstand, so I left after resting Leslie comfortably against the bed with a pillow to comfort him in my absence.

There were a lot of rooms in the hall. A few doors had names, images and markings, but the rest were plain, with a tag number.

It was quiet. Not a sound or maid lurking around, even with the lights on.

Climbing down, I noticed the pictures hanging on the wall, but what caught my interest was a giant portrait of a young woman.

She had bright red hair, straight and revealing her forehead. Her eyes were gentle green, glossy pink lips and rosy che