The grid door slid closed, and Azrail sank down on the thin mattress on the concrete-like floor. “s**t. Do you think we’ll get in trouble now?”
He shivered. The cell had turned really cold these last few days.
“Considering you outed yourself as a life stealer, broke into the storage, stole food, and nearly killed a demon? Maybe.” She sat next to him. “Now, give me the jar.”
“Can you keep the door locked so no one can come in?”
“No, but I can burn them. Seriously, Azrail, you don’t need me for protection. I was sure you were joking when you claimed you were a life stealer. How are you allowed to walk around among the rest of us?”
He grimaced. He trusted Dot, but what if he was wrong in doing so? What if she’d tell the guards?
“They don’t know, do they?”
“It’s in my file. I was senten
