AZIEL’S POV
I lay in bed later that night thinking about my encounter with Anderson and I feel an odd sense of satisfaction. It felt good to have Anderson on the receiving end for once and not me. I needed to come up with more plans to frustrate him like that. I needed to keep hitting him with blows that were unexpected till he was knocked down to the ground and couldn’t get back up again.
The thought of it excited me. I could not wait to bring him down. I was sick and tired of his endless bullshit and tantrums. Men like Anderson often liked to think that they were untouchable, immortal. I want to be the one to prove him otherwise.
With that thought in mind, I pulled Hazel’s sleeping form closer to me, pressed a kiss to her temple and then fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to
