Tristan
I don’t know how I should feel about Giselle’s request. I can see her point about us getting to know each other, but it still doesn’t stop the pang of hurt that shoots through my heart.
As the day passes, I try to focus my energy on researching Lori Gregory’s workplace. To my surprise, the information comes from the Demon, Azazel.
Rowan and I are at the Garden of Eden having a drink in one of the private booths when Azazel approaches.
“Oy, what are you doing here, mate?” Azazel takes a seat beside Rowan and pats his shoulder jovially.
Rowan raises his beer bottle and smiles, “We’re just discussing the Hand of God case. Tristan here…” he waves his bottle toward me, “…is trying to find one of the victim's origins.”
Azazel quirks a blond brow, “Why?”
I thread my fingers throug
