Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor. Anchor.
Vynessa stood in silence for a minute and then two before something else he had said stood out and clicked.
"Issue?" Was all she could manage to say.
Azaziel blinked. Twice.
"Thats what you're worried about? Not everything else that I've said but the fact that it is an issue that you're my anchor?"
"It is an issue?"
"You know that's not what I mean, Vynessa. But then, would anyone imagine their anchor being a human, instead of one their kind? Doubtful."
When she didn't respond, he stepped closer to her, but still kept space between them.
"You saw what I can do. That's the simplest of parlor trucks for me. And you're just so human and breakable and forgive me if I don't want to throw
