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CHAPTER12
Stryker
Iopened my heavy eye lids, immediately cursing at the exhaustion still tugging at my mind, let alone my actual body.
I’m going to fucking murder Azriel the next time I see him.
Yes, I considered the sinister angel a best friend, but that sleep-inducing dust was a fucking drug! Why did the Starlight gods think that was a good gift to give him out of the all the angel spirits in ArchAilennia?
I had some questions for them.
I was ready to move, but realized the arms wrapped around my waist. I glanced down to Mako curled up against me, her breathing slow as long, brown locks were scattered across her bare back.
One leg was relaxed on mine, her right arm laid across my stomach, her other lodged beneath me. I had no idea if she subconsciously snuggled against me or woke up in the middle of the night.
If it wasn’t for Azriel’s voodoo, sand man dust, I or Ryder would have woken up with her movement. Curse him. I’ll get my payback, mark my words, Azriel.
He was well aware of demon spirits holding grudges. I may not get my revenge today or tomorrow, but I’d get my revenge.
Mako stirred, mumbled something incoherent before pushing against me, such actions having absolutely no effect as my body stayed in place. She continued mumbling, before she opened her eyes, glancing up at me in confusion.
“Mako?” I whispered, staring at her drowsy expression, her usual turquoise eyes now dark blue.
“Oh. Midnight?” I asked again.
She tilted her head, blinking as if I was a stranger.
“Demon Ryder,” she pointed out, her voice low, indicating she was half asleep.
“Stryker,” I replied.
She stared at me, her blank expression gave me the impression she didn’t care about introductions. She stared down at her arm which was still under me.
I shuffled to the edge of the bed, letting her arm free. She stared at it for a moment, before returning her gaze to me.
“My arm,” she stated.
“Yes, it’s your arm,” I replied.
“But, you had it,” she argued.
“What? It was just underneath me,” I protested, confused at her accusation.
“I’m watching you,” she whispered; her eyes narrowed on me.
“Midnight, I’m not gonna steal your arm.” I sighed.
“Lies,” she argued.
“Are we actually having this conversation?”
“I know where you live,” she confirmed.
“...”
“...”
“Midnight, go back to sleep,” I encouraged. Ryder was better at dealing with such interesting situations. He thought it was cute.
