8
Azariel was standing barefooted in my kitchen and sipping coffee like he was a normal person too. I tilted my head, watching him. Something felt odd, I just couldn’t tell what it was.
He set the cup down gently, his eyes meeting mine.
“I’m leaving this place,” he said quietly.
I swallowed. “The apartment?”
He didn’t blink. “No. This realm.”
The words didn’t register at first. Not really. I heard them, but I didn’t feel them until the silence after.
“And you want me to go with you?”
“No,” he said. “You’ll bring me.”
My stomach twisted. “You mean you’re going to possess me?”
He raised one elegant brow. “We’re already joined, Maya. You’ve marked yourself in more ways than one. You’ve let me in.”
“That’s not the same as handing over the keys.”
“You never asked what the bond reall
