Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Hevan
Azrael drops me onto the limousine seat as if I weigh nothing, and I guess for a man like him, that’s true. Still, the way my body has been manhandled the past couple of days makes every abrupt movement painful.
I know his dark gaze is on me, so I avoid his attention, choosing to remain as quiet as possible while curled into a small ball on the seat opposite him.
“Have you always been this dramatic?” he asks, and I snap my gaze up to his.
There’re a million-and-one responses I could give to that question, but the truth is, I know they will be lost on a man from his walk of life.
It’s almost like he’s from another world.
How the hell can anyone remain unscathed and calm after the trauma I’ve just been through, and worse, there’s probably much more to come.
I think back to the woman in the basement; she told me my best option would be to be taken by Azrael, that I would be used, then given a job in one of the clubs they own. All I know is, there’s no way in hell I’m going back to that building.
The screams, hoots, and hollers bouncing off the walls as I ran play out in my mind, and with it, bile rises in my throat, so I try to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.
“You’re ignoring me. You’ll learn not to piss me off soon enough.
” His sharp words are a promise, and I blink away the tears threatening to fall.
He leans over me, his vast shadow looming above me and blocking the streetlights from my vision.
His firm fingers grip my cheeks, squeezing, and I whimper.
“And don’t start fucking crying; if there’s anything that pisses me off, it’s the tears. ”
He releases me with a shove, then sits back in his seat while I silently waver from his merciless act. I’m basically in a state of shock, and deep in my heart, I know there’s much worse to come.
My dark avenger is a demon in the night, and something tells me he isn’t afraid of revealing himself in the daytime too.