CHAPTER THIRTEENThe ground rumbled and a sense of dread scratched at the back of Charouth’s mind. Beside her, Azazel stared into his Malort more distant than ever. Hours ago she was in her cups dancing and singing like a fool with Liza, the spotted demon and her new BFF. An angry Azazel forced her to put away the ankh. Man, he was pissed. His eyes had gone completely black, eating up all the white, and the red flecks in his pupils swirled around, the demon energy inside him close to the edge. Any little thing could set him off. Better to put the object of his anger out of sight.
A little while ago he sang, a breezy Brazilian bossa-nova type thing. While he sang, she forgot the lying and the fighting and let his voice take her away to warm sandy beaches with soft ocean breezes. If only he
