CHAPTER NINETEENAzazel sat on the floor of his cell, head in hands. That confession was deep. He never expected to let it all out like that. Even more shocking was the realization that nothing had changed. Recent days were just a bump in the road. Did he think she wouldn’t change at least a little in two millennia? Why hadn’t he thought of how much she suffered in his absence? How hard it must have been not knowing what happened to him, then finally giving up hope and resigning herself to his death. He’d been so busy trying to pick up where they left off, an impossible task. He kept seeing her as she was. Charouth was different and it didn’t matter. He still loved her. When they got out of here he’d spend eternity making it up to her. He’d get to know her as she is now. They could fix this
