But even so, I took advantage of his silence to finish speaking."He didn't look like a man," I explained, thinking back. He s-looked like a child, a small one. He arrived at the cafeteria with a man and a woman. He watched me for a long time, until he came over to talk to me. He wanted to know what I was, and he said that my soul didn't look like that of a normal human… And all those things you say. H-he wanted…” I swallowed hard again, to reduce the lump that nervousness had formed in my throat. D- he said my soul was the most desirable he ever perceived.His eyes narrowed suspiciously."He could read your mind?""No…" I hesitated. I didn't… dared to ask him. B-but I'm sure I couldn't.He nodded slowly.Then he took a step back and, his face uncompromising, his gaze traveled the entire length of my body."Did he do something to you?"An alien feeling—unknown, but I wasn't interested in understanding—squeezed my stomach at the intensity with which he looked at me."N-no," I muttered.

The words resounded like a whirlwind in my head:"Because I wanted to. Nothing more than that. I always do what I want . "Why did you want? wanted what ? See if I kissed her back or pulled away from her? Or if she kept me still the same as with David? Did he want to see if the contact was painful? Or if sparks started flying and one of us caught fire?Or, simply, he wanted to verify that my self-control was not as strong as it seemed to be, and that deep down he did manage to make me weaken...No, no fucking way , the voice in my mind was determined.It was impossible. Not for someone like him.Not for something like him.I didn't understand the real meaning of his words, much less considering what the little demon had revealed to me that day and that he later confirmed to me. And it is that, if Azazziel really hated humans so much, why had he kissed me then?The vibration of my cell phone made me jump, although I appreciated the distraction. My thoughts had already begun to take

I stood up, setting the now empty plate aside, and went to my parents' bedroom. I thanked heaven that they hadn't left the latch on and I went in there.As carefully as I could, I searched in the huge closet, in the clothing drawers, in all the furniture I could, without really finding anything that could help me. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, only that it must be something out of place. Something strange that had to do with me, abnormal information, whatever. But I found nothing but invoices and other papers from my father's work.So I decided to go down to the basement, the only place I could think of to keep snooping around.I started taking out the first boxes, the ones that were at my height, ignoring the ones where I knew the Christmas decorations and other things were stored. I only found more paperwork that didn't interest me, but I had already entered a state of extreme stubbornness, almost maniacal.So I kept peering into more boxes, tiptoeing to reach them

"Are you being evasive?" I asked raising my eyebrows.He outlined a half smile, full of mischief.-What age do you think I am?I bit my lip uncertainly. Actually, that was something very difficult to guess. Since most of the time I saw him serious or angry, he seemed older than me. However, that day that he faked sympathy with Nat, he looked younger. But still, even at his worst, he didn't represent more than twenty-five years. And that was saying a lot, I was exaggerating.I shrugged in a gesture that was meant to be nonchalant, and he chuckled lightly.The throbbing pain in my forehead still wouldn't go away, and I was already starting to feel tired just standing on my feet. "Would you mind getting out of my bed, please?""Wow," he murmured, "it's the first time they've ever said that to me." They usually ask me to stay.“Come out, seriously.He jerked his chin toward the desk chair. "Sit there," he said.An irritation-laden sound escaped my lips.I walked over to the bed and star

"A-Amy…" His voice cracked. -Get out of here! I exclaimed, but Anthony froze in the doorway, shaking.Azazziel raised an arm in the air, towards him; I could see my brother's eyes roll white, and when he put it down, Anthony's body collapsed to the ground.—¡Anthony!I stirred and he finally released me, causing me to fall from the bed to the floor abruptly.I got up and reached my brother, who remained with his eyes closed, lying on the carpet in my room. I took his face in his hands and called his name, but he didn't react.Then, I looked at Azazziel who, by this time, had already stood up. "What did you do to him?" I couldn't help my voice cracking with shock. I could barely make out Azazziel through the thick layer of tears that had formed in my eyes. What the fuck did you do to him?!-He's fine.His face was serene now, as if nothing had happened. It took me a second to assimilate what she said.-As?-Is asleep.I turned around and crouched down to look at him more closely. Her