"You're a fucking bitch!" he bellowed angrily. Who do you think you are?!A tiny red cross was marked on her forehead, and her chest had heaved just as much as mine. I watched as she tried to pick up her arms to get rid of the restraints, and I hurried to reach into her bag again. When she saw what I pulled out, her eyes widened again."Not true," he muttered in surprise, looking at how she was holding the bottle of holy water.-What's your name? I demanded.He let out a growl."The one I'll write with a knife to your throat, witch!"I uncovered the bottle, without any consideration.-Who are you?-No no! Hey…” Fortuitously, the anger vanished from his features, he smiled and used a much more pleasant tone. Look, I see we got off to a bad start, I accept that. But let me stay here another couple of days, and this will all be over! I promise! Do you think this bitch cares if you save her? You want to die! Her," she assured, laughing. He told me so many times, Amy."Shut up," I mumbled,

I covered my face with my hands in a weary gesture, and sighed. The burden that I felt was so enormous, that by a stupid impulse more than anything else, I opened my mouth."There…" I bit my lip, feeling a lump grow in my throat. There is a person who needs help. And I… I have the possibility to help her, but that implies that she must risk something… vital ."What did you get yourself into?" I didn't miss the note of bewilderment in his voice, and then I realized that he had made a mistake. He wasn't going to understand if I didn't tell him the truth.And obviously he couldn't."Forget it," I repeated.I heard a long sigh from him.“Look, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you can't risk that much for anyone. You have to think about yourself, okay?I removed my hands from my face and looked at him with a frown. He sighed again and then disappeared down the hall, saying nothing more. I hugged myself, and wished I could be more like my brother.This Claire thing, bein

"This car smells like sex," Azazziel commented under his breath.I continued to look out the passenger window, arms crossed over my chest, and ignored him, just as I had been doing for the entire trip. He hadn't looked at her since I got in the car. I didn't even turn around or say anything as he started the engine and sped off as quickly and recklessly as if we were in a street race.Just being in the same small space next to him was unbearable. A thousand feelings of loathing and rejection sprang up toward him, even more than he already felt. He didn't understand his callousness, coldness, and utter indifference to the fact that I'd just traded my own soul for him to save a life, because he wasn't able to do it of his own free will. Because he didn't care in the slightest if a human soul was lost to a demon."Should I stay away?" I asked in a whisper, just because I needed to know before I got there."No need," he replied listlessly, and I nodded.The silence lasted until I told him

Hearing "yesterday" , Azazziel's eyes traveled to my face in a sudden movement. I noticed the glimmer of deep anger in his gesture at my disobedience, but all I did was look away from him in response."She won't do anything to you," he assured her, returning his attention to the demon. The anger was evident even in her voice."Is she your concubine?"I opened my eyes wide. It almost gives me another chill."It's more…like my pet." Azazziel took another step and then I stepped back so that they were both much closer and I was almost up against the wall. Look, Mabrax, as much as I'd like to keep talking to you, I'm afraid you've got to get your dirty ass out of there.For a couple of seconds, there was a deathly silence in the room, until a thunderous laugh from the demon inside Claire broke it.—And there they say you don't like to joke!However, Azazziel's eyes narrowed, maintaining an austere expression.“It's not a joke, Mabrax.The glee in the other demon's smile slowly began to

"Do not mess!" a voice protested in my mind . Get out of there now while you can! .The idea seemed reasonable. I could go away and let Azazziel deal with the matter alone. Still, I had given him my soul in exchange for this, it was only fair that he take care of Mabrax.I almost made it to the front door, but angry growls and angry words stopped me. She was pretty sure they were coming from the backyard. I was left standing there, a few inches from the exit, debating whether or not to get out. He could hear the contest, sharp, precise blows, and he had no idea who was giving it or who was receiving it.I closed my eyes, feeling my heartbeat rumble strongly. Perplexity, fear and uncertainty gripped me, as well as a terrible feeling of being a chicken. Going away and leaving Azazziel, since I had called him only to get rid of the demon, seemed to me an act of cowardice—sensible, but cowardly. Even if I had paid a heavy price for it, deep down I knew that no one had put a gun to my head