AZRAEL'S POVThe question hangs in the air between us like a blade suspended mid-fall.“Come with you where?” Angel whispers, her amber-gold eyes full of dangerous curiosity.The way she looks at me now—breathless, flushed, eager—tells me the Lust-Silt I slipped into her coffee is already working faster than I expected.I watch her friends approaching through the garden, their silhouettes growing larger against the dying afternoon light. They are maybe twenty seconds away. Less. Juliet is screaming Angel's name, sounding like she's trying to drag a saint back from the grave. Which is funny, because that's exactly what I'm doing.I clamp my fingers around Angel's jaw. It's a light touch—just my thumb sliding over the sharp bone of her cheek where her skin is burning red—but she gasps. "We need to vanish," I whisper. I lean in, pressing my face close to hers, so her friends see exactly what they need to see. My forehead almost touches hers. The air between us feels like a live wire, ta
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