CHAPTER TWENTY:
Saphielle’s POV:
When the next day came, I was fully healed. No evidence that I may have almost clawed myself to death in my sleep.
It had been a Thursday and naturally, I didn't have any classes, just club meetings—photography club—which I didn't attend because I was feeling lazy but Izar came to visit again, this time without Leanne and he got me some more snacks that I so badly wanted to refuse but didn't want to seem rude.
Izar was sweet, kind, and soft-spoken. It was hard to think he was actually Azrael's brother, they were literally opposites. Maybe I saved a bunch of children by preventing an orphanage from burning down in my past life for the goddess to have blessed me with a friend as kind and sweet as Izar.
And I wanted to be good to him too. Not that it was
