I suppressed a laugh. Diana had called none other than a true demon a hottie , and that seemed so ironic to me. On the other hand, she hoped Azazziel hadn't paid attention to her, since her ego was already big enough to feed him even more.Something in my expression made his eyes widen, which sparkled with a brightness that I couldn't interpret, and then his smile widened.-You're in love? "She," she asked with too much exaltation.The question threw me off balance. I couldn't help but feel nervous, upset , worse than if they were pointing a gun at me.Astonishment and panic invaded me, my mind went blank and I didn't know how to respond. I looked at her, aware that Azazziel was nearby and that he was perfectly capable of hearing us...So I started backing away.“Bye, Dee,” I said, walking in reverse.A look of exaggerated indignation took over his face.-You are not going to answer me?!-See you tomorrow. —I forced a smile.I turned my back on him to cross the street. I thought I hea

—Someone else what? —She insisted impatiently, when she realized that she was not going to continue.I hesitated for a minute, feeling awkward.—I don't know, someone prettier. I shrugged, pretending to sound unconcerned, although deep down shame and insecurity gnawed at me. There are many girls prettier than me, with clear eyes, with prettier faces.—Amy…—Or blondes, redheads…The light laugh he uttered distracted me and I turned to look at him.—And who told you that having those characteristics makes you prettier? "I have red hair, and it's no big deal," she said and shook her head. I could see how his face became more serious. If I like you. I thought it was obvious.My heart skipped a beat."I've never done this kind of thing for anyone before," he continued, gesturing with his hand toward the landscape we were looking at. Never . I have never cared if I hurt anyone else, nor have I gone out of my way to protect anyone like I try to protect you. And believe me, until now, I have

I turned to Claire when we were alone. She was still smiling."Your friends are very nice," he told me, shrugging his shoulders."Yes, they are," I agreed. I felt something similar to a cramp in my cheeks. She had been smiling longer than she was used to.—Does anyone know anything? she asked, with sudden caution. Any of… that ?-Nothing. —A stern edge crept into my tone—. Neither. And I want to keep it that way, please.She nodded slowly, looking down at the ground.—Don't you wear glasses anymore? —I asked the question only because I wanted to talk about something more banal, like the rest of that day.The whole day was calm. Current , like nothing had been in a long time. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and when we left work Diana and I found Dave and Claire waiting for us outside the cafe to go to the movies. He wished the day would end the same way."Contact lenses, Amy," she replied, laughing.— Oh … —A silly giggle of pure embarrassment escaped me—. And here I thought you

"Ah, no, son of a bitch," he mumbled. I felt my back hit a wall, while her other hand grabbed my wrists above my head. You're not going to call the freak you wallow with a bastard.Suddenly, his entire face radiated fury. Her lips retracted into an angry sneer, her yellow eyes flashing with deep hatred, a hatred that almost felt palpable.—Do you know what your mistake is, Amy? She—she She leaned towards my face, at such an excessive closeness that she made my stomach turn with pure disgust—. That you believe with all your heart that we can become like you, when in reality we are very, very different. —An almost insane smile appeared on his face—. Your demon is not going to be able to save you from this. None of the three. "Oh, and believe me, I won't like doing this, but you mustn't see which way we'll go," she murmured, making a face of mock regret. And since I can't force your mind to sleep, I'll have to use violence.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how Naamah approached with a

Something inside me reacted in a way it shouldn't.Another unintelligible murmur tried to escape my lips, but it was only a vain and desperate attempt to pronounce his name.From my distance I couldn't tell if he was breathing, I could only see the thick threads of blood emanating from the wound, so deep that it must have completely penetrated his torso. He didn't know if an injury that serious was capable of killing him, nor if he could recover from something like that. I had no idea about anything, and I couldn't do anything to get out of there either. Despair, fear and anguish rose so much inside me that my breathing became difficult.David noticed what I was seeing and let out a surprised gasp.—T-that guy... is he dead? —She inquired, distilling pure horror in his tone.—Of course he's dead! —Diana exclaimed, filled with despair. Those words made her cry again. He's got a fucking sword through him!At the same time, a horrible, lacerating pang went through the center of my chest.