Chapter 51
Chapter Fifty-One
Hevan
I’ve spent over a month in the penthouse apartment of one of Azrael’s business associates, and in between, I’ve barely seen him, or anyone for that matter.
At night, I swear I can smell his scent in the bedroom, but when I open my eyes, he’s never there, nor is he on the pillow that I sniff and the sheets that I inhale desperately. He’s like a dream that haunts me.
He’s practically moved the entire library to a spare room with Jensen’s help, and while I’m grateful for his efforts, I’d much rather have his presence.
I’m burning with hatred inside, and the rejection from Azrael is always at the forefront of my mind.
He’s had the same female doctor, Jessica, who tended to me on that fateful day, give me daily check-ups and pain medication at night, but the pain no longer exists, only in my heart.
Jessica is convinced the move to place her as my caregiver was strategic, to give me a friendship as well as medical care.
She says she’s never seen a man look at me the way Azrael does, that it’s both unnerving and passionate. That the love that binds will be our strength during our darkness.
But inside, bitterness festers like poison. The fact I’ve been practically dumped in a building without his support while I grieve the loss of a baby Azrael hasn’t so much as mentioned to me, like they never existed at all, breaks my heart.
When I cry at night, I want him to hold me—everything wrong in my world only seems right with him by my side.
Our darkest days will become our armor to wield when the next war begins. Because something is brewing, I can sense it.