CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
AZIEL’S POV
The room was dark when I walked in. The atmosphere around the room was depressing and I knew something was wrong.
I walked slowly towards the bed and I switched on the light by the side of the bed. I could make out Hazel’s form curled up under the covers on the side of the bed. I gently pulled the covers away from her face, but she only pulled it back over your head.
“Hazel, what is wrong?” I asked softly.
“Nothing is wrong. I’m just tired.” She lied, but she sounded like she was crying.
“I know when you are crying. There is no need to lie. Talk to me.”
She pulled her head out of the duvet. “What do you want me to say? I am just angry, okay? I am angry about everything that has ever happened to me. I hate Anderson, I want him to die!” She said and
