6
I was bleeding when I woke up. It was just a nick at the base of my left palm, shallow and barely worth noticing, but it wasn’t there when I fell asleep and I’d been alone in bed. Technically. Obviously, Azariel didn’t need doors.
The cut was thin, and like some kind of elegant mark. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t even sting, but I could feel it deep inside of me. A strange warmth pulsed beneath it, and when I touched it, my vision shimmered for a breathless second.
A whisper fluttered against the inside of my skull.
“Soon.”
I pulled my hand back fast.
“Nope,” I said aloud, flinging the covers off. “Not starting my day possessed.”
The apartment was quiet and still dim. The shadows seemed darker than usual but I didn’t need to look too hard to feel him in them. My skin always felt him b
