My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
He tilts his head, studying Azren.
"...You're not on your medication."
Azren stiffens beside me. I suck in a breath.
Kaziel leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression turning faintly amused. "I'd recognize that particular brand of chaos anywhere," he adds lightly. "You're vibrating."
Azren scoffs. "I always vibrate."
"No," Kaziel says, his lips twitching. "When you're on your meds, you brood quietly and pretend you're a statue. This?" His eyes dart to the faint tension in Azren's shoulders. "This is you raw and unfiltered.”