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So without asking them any questions, I sat on the side with Felicity. Confusion filled me while waiting for them to speak up, until Drake spoke in a serious way. "We heard about what happened at the last event project you accepted, Cielle." I quirk a brow while looking straight at him, not backing down to how dark he gazes at me. "A failure, don't you think?" I leaned on the chair as a smirk slowly made its way to my lips, "What about it?" "Yeah, what about it?" He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way.

I'm not sure what he means but all I know is that he needs my cooperation now. "All right," I answered him. Elijah moved away from me but our hands were holding each other as we faced each other. We slowly moved around and I also noticed that the moon dust seemed to be getting closer to Elijah and me. We were enveloped in moon dust and there was what appeared to be a golden ribbon formed from the moon dust. It suddenly wrapped around our entwined hands to our arms and it slowly disappeared like it sunk to our very skin. After that was the explosion of light in the sky as if the angels were celebrating. The moon dust created fireworks and both of me and Elijah are covered with this dust. But

It's a hardbound book with a coat and its title is gold. I opened it and raised my eyebrows because what was written there was typed. That means this book is from outside of Wysteria.

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

You're almost there! Keep on walking under the sun with undeniable pain and a weak body, it feels like an endless journey, and I have to endure it. I had a choice to give up or keep on moving, and I chose the latter. Finally, I reach the gate with its walls that are so great, tall, and mighty. Pat yourself, Zeiah! Good job! You did it! I paused and smiled bitterly when suddenly every single thing turned dark. I feel nothing, completely nothing. What's happening? What's wrong with me? I can't breathe, Mama!

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

She clearly needed reassurance that things were going okay. “The demon here is called Azrael and he is contracted with Beckah Griffen” he said to her. “Why?” Clara said quietly. Caiden processed Azrael’s use of the word ‘fruitful’. It seemed like Azrael might have made a contract with Beckah that involved the souls of other people. Caiden could not call his contract with Clara fruitful because he would only be receiving her soul.

I grab a book off my shelf and make myself cozy on my sofa. A few hours pass and I soft knock startles me out of my book trance. “Come in,” I say absentmindedly, still engrossed in my book. The smell of coffee hits my nose and I frown, looking up to see Azrael leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. “Hey Firefly,” He says softly. I sigh, placing a marker in my book and setting it down. “Yes?” “I wanted to apologize. For my actions earlier.” His silver eyes burn into mine.

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.