I sighed as Claire turned and strode away, though she glanced back twice, doubtfully, before leaving for good. I was going in the direction of her house, and that was the only thing that calmed me down.I faced the demon, my fists shaking with the rage that had begun to build within me. Azazziel was still smiling and, to tell the truth, it seemed the scene caused him some humor.-What is your problem? I snapped, and couldn't manage to lessen the anger in my tone. Do you enjoy doing this nonsense?"Absolutely," he said calmly, still smiling.I inhaled through my nose, trying to control myself.“I'm serious, Azazziel, she's been through a lot already. She doesn't need things like this."You were going to tell him," he said suddenly changing the subject, as if it didn't matter, and turning his face severe. You were going to tell him about your soul, right?"And what does that matter to you?"He pushed away from the wall and moved forward until he was right in front of me, very close. Imm
I was curious about the way he drove, with such confidence as if he knew the way perfectly, as if he knew the city even better than I did. Although she also wanted to call his attention to how fast he was going, and she wanted to tell him that there was no rush, that there was no need for him to drive like crazy. But I stayed with my arms crossed and pursed my lips, just watching the streets instead of him.At one of the turns, the roughness with which he turned caused my head to bang lightly against the glass, and instead of deigning to offer an apology, he let out a light laugh. This time I did look at him, anger radiating from my face."Do you want, for heaven's sake, to drive well?" I mumbled.He didn't answer, just stared ahead. I noticed that a wrinkle crossed her brow and that he kept a sterner face than usual, but I didn't dare ask why. In my heart, I was grateful that he was at least paying attention to the road. I sighed and decided to guide my thoughts in another direction.
-So that?His hands trembled slightly as he balled them into fists, radiating frustration."Will you stop asking questions?" She inquired with clenched jaw.I bit the inside of my cheek. She didn't want to listen to him, but she was afraid it could be worse if she didn't.I took a deep breath to give myself courage, and I obeyed. However, after a few seconds my eyes snapped open when I felt someone behind me pull on the elastic that tied my ponytail, undoing it. Immediately, straight hair fell to my shoulders.-Hey! I protested, jumping away. I was startled to see him suddenly so close. Why did you do that?"I need you to relax," he replied impassively, but a second later his eyes narrowed with some annoyance. Listen to me.I clenched my jaw, and wanted to let out a growl. Reluctantly, I brought my eyelids back together, breathing slowly."That's right," he approved quietly, with a pleasant undertone I could rarely hear in him. If he was trying to calm me down, I wasn't going to do it
Then the uncertainty that I had recently discussed with Khaius came to me: the reason for the pact. Something she really did want to know, but hadn't had the guts to ask. If this experiment worked, it would be easier for me to try to find out by this means.Although the result terrified me.I wanted him to know, I wanted him to give me an answer. So I formulated the question in my head and, following his instructions, I figured I could expand the doubt to him. That, in some inexplicable and supernatural way, she could make him hear what he was thinking.The question echoed in my head repeatedly, like an insistent voice, and I kept it that way for a period of time that I wasn't able to assimilate.Then suddenly he pulled away from me. I opened my eyes, only to see her take a long breath. She ran her hands through her hair in a gesture full of irritation.-Nothing? I asked cautiously.He shook his head without looking at me. Suddenly, I felt how silence and cold dominated the atmosphere
He didn't flinch. I dug my nails into my palms, feeling the anger that grew vehemently in me burn.-You see it? For things like this I can't trust you! You're a…! I growled. She kept ignoring me. But a second later, still with her back to me, she held up a hand and gave me the middle finger. You are an imbecile! You are childish! You are the worst demon of all!I gave up when I saw that he continued walking, paying no attention to me. Well, he would have to maneuver the treacherous dirt road to try and find civilization. I regretted not having put more interest in the journey. I regretted trusting him. I thought I could trust the signs, although there weren't any in the sector he'd taken us to, and that only alarmed me further.The anger that boiled inside me prevented me from perceiving the cold of the forest. She was so upset, so confused, so stunned by her temperamental attitude, that the intense mix of feelings made it impossible for me to think clearly.Before turning my back to
He found my wrists, which were clenched into fists in his shirt, and grabbed them to direct them toward his neck; Still curious, I hooked them into his hair, surprised at how soft he was. His hands traveled to the small of my back and he dragged me towards him, reducing the scant distance between us to nothing.Doubts crept into my mind.Why didn't it feel the same as before? Why she now she didn't want to push me away? Why did he seem so… pleasurable, so obsessive?Azazziel tilted his head, giving him more access to my mouth, and he suddenly felt even closer than before. The heat emanating from him was overwhelming, stifling, but I refused to move away. With the anger still seeping through me, I tugged hard at the strands of his hair. I caught the vibration in his throat as he let out a hoarse growl, and then he grabbed my hands and cupped them on either side of my head. Suddenly my back was touching the tree again, and his stomach pressed against mine. His teeth caught my lower lip
-And what do you think about it? Do you still have it on a pedestal?-I have never said that."You don't have to say it," he said, and I thought I detected a slight hint of bitterness. You often go for a walk with him. You even invited the asshole to rest in your basement, and you barely knew him.My eyes widened, feeling the blood pool on my cheeks, but I reminded myself that I didn't have to explain it to him."How the hell do you know that?" I demanded.Had Khaius told him? He highly doubted that was the case. He didn't seem like the type to get into trouble for fun."I always know what you're doing," he murmured, staring straight ahead.I narrowed my eyes in his direction. How was that possible? I hugged myself, confused by that revelation. How could he spy on my actions without physically meeting me?I racked my brain to find the answer. So I rolled up my jacket sleeves on my left arm, exposing the leather bracelet, the only thing the voice in my head suggested."This thing isn't
The living room of my house was completely dark. The only thing on was the television, glowing in the blackness and illuminating the faces of my parents, who were hugging on the couch and covered with a blanket.My mother gave a little scream when I cleared my throat, an act that seemed appropriate with the soundtrack—at an annoying volume—from the TV. I realized they were watching a horror movie and covered half my face with one hand to avoid focusing on the screen. I gave them a forced smile after my father offered me to eat the rolls that mom had prepared. Although my stomach actually felt so tight that I wasn't hungry, I agreed to avoid hurting her feelings and for his peace of mind, and ate just one. They made it easy for me to escape as quickly as possible to the second floor, since they were well aware of how much I hated scary movies, so they didn't protest when I left them alone.I reached the upstairs hallway shuffling my feet and, with insecurity on the surface, I entered m