When I woke up in the morning, Azazel was still next to me, and I smiled.
"Good morning," I said.
"Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" He kissed the top of my forehead, making me smile.
"I did,"
"Good, we have a long day planned. First, however, I made you some breakfast," he reached over to the table on his side of the bed and grabbed a tray.
There were pancakes, eggs, and bacon on it, finished with a glass of orange juice.
"You cook?' I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
"Of course I can cook," he winked, but I had a feeling he didn't cook my food, but I didn't care.
"We still need to talk about last night," I said in between bites.
"We will talk when I find out more. But, for now, let it go," he told me.
"You were..."
"Different?" He asked.
"Yes, very scary," I shive
