“Wait!” I said. Lovell’s eyes were an incessant flame as they stared at me now. He nodded his head, awaiting an answer. “I’m the caretaker of the thirteenth,” I said. Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a choice word. In that instance, I realized my mistake and wished I could turn back time and seal my lips.
“Are you?” Lovell stood up and walked around the table and yanked my chair out. “Stand up!” he shouted. I rose on command. “You must be Maricel, Azazel's little girlfriend.”
“I am who I am,” I said.
“You lack respect for your Master,” Lovell said. I didn’t flinch, maintaining a tough exterior, but within I was trembling.
“Respect is earned, and as far as I’m concerned, you're far from my Master. I don’t even know who you are,” I said. He raised his hand and slapped m
