But then, just as I was about to speak, Azazziel leaned towards me and connected his lips to mine. In that simple gesture I perceived such a fervent desire that I was not able to resist and returned it. Immediately, the world around me lost focus and became diffuse and imprecise. The doubts from a second ago turned into smoke when his tongue searched for mine and I felt the light minty taste of his mouth.My heart skipped a beat and resumed its irregular and violent rhythm. I felt his hands place themselves on the lower part of my back to press me against him. I, for my part, raised my arms until they surrounded his neck while he put me on the balls of my feet, as if we were not close enough to him. As if, despite there being no space between us, we were trying to reduce it even more.A growl reverberated in his chest as, in a fit of bravery, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled at it a little. His lips parted a couple of centimeters from me, his warm breath mingled with mine.

"Amy, it wasn't like that," he said in an unsteady, upset voice. You know she wouldn't do that.He raised his arms as if he were threatening him with a gun, while taking steps back cautiously. The air entered and left my lungs in an agitated and trembling manner. I was almost sure Khaius swallowed.“Amy…” A small hand touched my shoulder. My feet were left dry. I turned around to see Nat's downcast face, and that somehow caused the wave of anger to slow a little. Almost nothing has happened, really. I just didn't want to hide it from you.The pained expression he showed made a strange pang ripple through my chest. I looked back at Khaius, and I could recognize a shadow of the same anguish and guilt that denoted my friend's face.The same feelings, in my two friends... Only one was human, and the other was not.My lips trembled as I was about to say something that didn't concretely form in my mind. I looked at Azazziel, just because I remembered that he was there. But the slight compre

The rest, according to Nat, happened very quickly and naturally. I couldn't help but wonder to myself how they could have done it, when Azazziel and I had such a hard time accepting it. Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore. Not now, when what we had started to build has vanished.In the end, I learned that Nat did know that his name was Khaius, but that he told her that he preferred Jon , because it was short for Jonathan; name he had a long time ago, when he was human.Khaius insisted ad nauseam on leaving me home. Despite everything, his presence managed to cheer me up and at no time could I feel any kind of resentment towards him or anything like that.Before I opened the front door, I turned my head to see him over my shoulder.—Khaius?He started, with an air of curiosity.-Yeah?—If you ever hurt Nat, I'll ask Akhliss to castrate you.He relaxed his shoulders and made a sound that was half laugh, half sigh.—The sad thing is that she would be capable."I'm warning you," I s

"Push him! You can't allow him this after what he said! » .The scream in my head didn't stop as I became increasingly aware of the weight of his body on mine."It comes from being with someone else ," the voice insisted, now malicious. «Why do you think she is not wearing a shirt? Do not be an idiot!" .And for a painful second, I found the reason. Just those words from my conscience were enough for the anger and resentment I had against him to surface again.I used some force to try to push him away from me. However, Azazziel's hands lifted mine above my head and held them there firmly. I mumbled a protest that was silenced by his lips and a wave of heat, one very different from anger, coursed through my system. A heat so burning that it surpassed the previous one and suffocated him.My heart raced at an alarming rate."This is not OK. “Take it away!” , she screamed her voice again, but she sounded weak and distant, because the only thing I could concentrate on was the soft and lilt

He pulled away from me abruptly, leaving my neck wet and my skin tingling.I forced myself to focus on the demon, even though I could actually see very little of it. His warm breath and mine mixed. In the grayish hue of his eyes there was a dark and unknown gleam, one that I was not able to recognize. The gray amalgam in his pupils seemed to stir—or perhaps I was already beginning to hallucinate—but they gave the illusion of moving in their own orbs. The dance of the different shades of their irises reminded me of the way the flames of the fire moved, like once when I stared at the center of the bonfire during a starry night on the beach, a day when my family and I went camping.But this fire was different, because it was silver and did not come from a simple bonfire, but from Hell itself.At that moment his hands, which were on my back, crawled towards the front of my torso, along my hips, and slowly ascended until they settled on my breasts.My heart stopped automatically.Fear felt