Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Azrael
“Why are you smiling like a lunatic?” Jensen side-eyes me. “Your father is going to wonder what the hell has gotten into you.”
I ignore his comments. “How’s the girl?”
His eyes narrow, and a part of me is affected by his uncertainty over sharing her well-being. “As to be expected.”
“Are you keeping her?” I ask, and he stiffens, then fidgets.
“I might for now. Until she’s well enough to leave.”
“Could you take her to your family home?” I suggest.
We never discuss Jensen’s home, where he comes from, or where he disappears to every few months. I know his true identity, yet this is the first time I’ve made a point of knowing about it to him.
He releases a sigh, and his brow furrows before he reveals his concerns. “I want her to have a normal life.”
I nod. In our world, there’s no such thing, and keeping her, even in his actual home, could be risky.
“What about you?”
I feel a crease appearing on my forehead.
“You keeping the girl from yesterday?”
“For now,” I state.
Jensen inspects me up and down. “She’s had an effect on you.”
I hate how well he knows me sometimes, but this is the first time we’ve ever spoken personally, and it feels like a turning point in our relationship.
“She was a virgin.” I grimace because saying it out loud feels much worse.
His eyebrows rise.
“It wasn’t planned.” I adjust my cufflinks again to avert my gaze.
“Fuckkk,” he chides.
“Exactly. Now I’m left wondering how the hell that happened. She was with the whores supplied to my room.”
Jensen nods. “Do you know who she is?”
I should tell him her name, but I don’t want to. Not yet at least. She gave me her name, not him. And I gave her my cum, a small voice reminds me.
“No idea.”
“Spank it out of her.” His eyes dance with delight, making me smirk.
“She’d probably cry, and we know how I deal with that,” I joke, and Jensen snorts.
“The last time you made a girl cry, you choked out a guard. Then your crazy ass stabbed him in the eyeball, removed it, and told her it was her fault.”
“She was being overly dramatic.” I roll my eyes.
“You told her you’d had enough of her.”
“I had.”
“You know the women shit themselves when they’re told they’re going to your father, right?” he says, and I lift a shoulder, yet the thought of Hevan being used by my father has something indescribable burning in my veins.
“I have a feeling this one is different, Azrael, and I don’t know whether to be happy or nervous about it,” he muses, and his eyes dart back to the road. “Your father would destroy the girl; there’s no denying that.”
“He will not have the chance.”
The truth is, there is something about her. Something that has captured me as much as I have her.
Heaven and hell go side by side. You can’t have one without the other, nor do I intend to do so. She will remain mine for as long as I decide, and nobody will dull the spark she wields to ignite the inferno roaring inside me.
“Things are changing, Azrael,” he whispers.
He couldn’t be more right. My only hope is that these changes don’t destroy me in the process.