The Angel's Den
“You understand there’s no going back after this…right?”
I nodded.
Azrael’s brows immediately pulled together.
“No.” His voice dropped, deep and commanding. “I want to hear you say it, Wilhemina.”
My heart hammered as he hovered over me, close enough that his heat surrounded me. His cologne filled my lungs, mixed with the faint scent of mint and whiskey on his breath.
“Say you understand.”
“I understand,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened. We had met like this before. Stolen nights. Locked doors. Hours where I could forget the diamond on my finger and the husband who barely remembered I existed.
But tonight felt different. Tonight, Azrael wasn’t offering me an escape. He