Page 122 of Wicked Believer
“You came to retrieve me, after Mark killed me.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He’swho’s been haunting my dreams.
Those cold, deathly arms wrapped around me were his.
And sometimes . . .
My blush deepens.
He huffs like he thinks it’s pathetic that I’m just now putting two and two together.
So, Azrael has saved me more than once then.
Or held on to me when Lucifer couldn’t, anyway.
I shake my head. “Wait. Hold up. So, if you’ve been there all those times, have you ... have you beenstalkingme?” I gape at him.
He watches me for a long beat. “And if I was?”
I open my mouth only to snap it shut again.
I don’t have any idea how to answer that.
“Why didn’t you let me fall?”
I wish I could take the words back the moment they leave me. The way his eyes darken like he’s daring me to ask anything further sends a delicious chill through me. “It wasn’t your time.”
“But it’s theirs?” I ask, furiously gesturing out the window.
I feel my face heat at how weirdly intimate his answer seems. What iswrongwith me? I haven’t felt this out of control, this unable to stop myself since ...
Since I first met Lucifer.
I blow out a low breath.
Death makes me feel things I shouldn’t.
A bit of fear, and also ...
I swallow.
How fucked up is that?
I tear my gaze away from him then, refusing to look at him for another second.
I’m loyal to Lucifer.
No matter how much of a villain he’s been lately.
I may have sold my soul to the Devil, but I amnotstupid enough to fuck around with Death.
Am I?
“You can call me Death. Or sir, take your pick,” Azrael says as he pulls out one of the training mats.
Apparently, he’s just as bossy as Lucifer is, but in a less demanding way. Like he doesn’t feel the need to show any overt dominance to get me to listen.
He justexpectsme to be a good girl and behave.
