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[Azriel] I expect to wake up with darkness before me, with the smell of dirt and desolation engulfing my senses, but when I open my eyes, I see a ceiling. I blink a few times, trying to get rid of the blurry vision. Yes, this is a ceiling and as my senses become more aware, I smell a familiar scent. Aysel’s scent. At that moment, I hear a door open. I feel too weak to move but become alert nonetheless. And then… and then I hear a gasp.

“Megan, I’m going now! Check everything first, al—” I stopped talking when I suddenly smelled a stinky scent from behind the table. It was so strong that I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from throwing up, but with every step I got closer to Megan’s table, the smell would just intensify. What was that? “Megan—F*ck!” I quickly turned my back to her and held my chest when she suddenly appeared from under the table. I released a deep breath and looked back at her. “What the hell was that smell?”

I went to the second floor of the Brothel and sat at the table near the balcony where I could have a better view of the lower floor. Azrael was at the server bar. Three courtesans surround him. One tried to hold his hand but he moved it away. The other tried to whisper while the one standing in front of him, leaned in, exposing her already exposed breasts. Azrael wasn’t looking. He was casually leaning while drinking liquor. Or maybe he was just pretending not to look because he was aware that I was watching him. This pretentious asshole. I am sure if I am not around he was already inside the skirts of those courtesans.

Her breath caught, her body instinctively reacting to the familiar aroma that seemed to seep into her very soul. It was Azrael. It was Azrael's pillow. His presence was still there in the room, even though he wasn’t physically there. The scent stirred something deep within her- a strange warmth that spread through her body, making her feel both comforted and on edge. It was the scent of cedar and smoke, dark and rich, mixed with something uniquely him. It was enchanting, inescapable, and it made her head spin. She tried to resist it, but the pull was too strong. Her thoughts, which had been clouded by memories of her past, were now clouded by him.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

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He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

Daniel asked, horrified. "Next, I am going to do something that I might regret in the future. But to save my daughter's life, I will do anything in my power." Azrael said, closing her eyes. "Sorry, the lord of witches and all the ancestors, for what I am going to do today is one of the most forbidden things of the black book. Please forgive me." Azrael said before placing her hand on the coffin. "Please don't hate me, dear. What I am going to do today, is all for your benefits." She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely.

If he strained really hard, he realized he could hear Angel and Layon breathing heavily as they witnessed whatever it was the witch was doing. The growing scent of burning and Tanny’s own anxiety were enough to make Jason feel sick to his stomach. His feet itched to carry him right into the library to determine what the hell was going on and what was taking so long. When he finally saw the flash of fizzing, smoking purple light coming under the door, he could wait no more. “Jason! What are you doing?” Tanny yelled after him, “You can’t go in there!”