The Devil you called
Chapter three
The name hung in the air like a poison.
Azrael.
Sarai had heard many names since entering Malik’s world—gods, demons, fallen kings, forbidden spirits—but none of them made Malik’s voice sound like this.
Tight.
Heavy.
Hunted.
“Malik,” she whispered, gripping the fabric of his shirt, “who is Azrael?”
He didn’t answer.
Not at first. His eyes were locked on the collapsed tunnel ahead, every muscle in his body coiling like a wolf scenting the hunter that once brought him to his knees.
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