AZIEL’S POV
My blood was boiling with barely controlled anger as I took in the scene before me.
I was still reeling from what had happened at my office. I wanted to just come home and write in my journal.
Hazel is seated in my chair with that journal in her hand.
She looks at me with fear all over her face, knowing she has been caught.
“What the hell are you doing here and why are you reading my journal?” My voice shook with rage.
She quickly closed the book shut and threw it back into the drawer as though it was on fire.
She got up abruptly and looked like she was about to say something but the words were not forthcoming.
I was not only angry, I was scared of what she had read in that journal. It was a book filled with all my thoughts.
Having someone read it was like hav
