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My head felt ready to explode from all the questions bouncing inside.
My one constant was Azazel as he sat stoically next to me, holding me. Inexplicably, I trusted he would never betray me. I couldn't have said where that knowledge came from, but the more I learned, the more I was convinced that we had known each other for a long time even though it sounded impossible.
I even considered that maybe we met years ago, and that our memories had been erased. Hey, with everything else happening, it didn't sound that impossible to me.
Azazel took me to our chamber then excused himself. "I'm sorry, Fay. I swear there will be a day when I won't have to leave you."
"I'm not worried about that, Azazel," I told him truthfully. I really wasn't. "But you need to be careful. I will never forgive you if you allow one of your brothers to stab you in the back."
The question of what would happen to me nagged at the edges of my brain, but I refused to give words to it. It was an utterly selfish thought.
He cupped my cheek, and I leaned into it. Besotted, I stared into his red eyes to get lost in their warmth. Eyes that had frightened me at first were now strangely assuring.
"I made arrangements that, should something happen to me, you will be taken care of. You will be brought—"
I placed my finger against his lips and shook my head. "No."
"No?"
A tear formed. "If something happened to you, Azazel, I wouldn't want to live." The tear fell.
With a sigh, he pulled me against him. "I'm afraid that only leaves me with one option."
I craned my neck up, waiting.
"I will have to make sure nothing happens to me, and I'll be the one ending my brothers."
I didn't like that answer either, but I kissed him and stood rooted to the spot for a long time, staring at the closed doors after he left.
Finally, I took a long bath to distract myself until I pruned. Then I took care of my attire and even found a drawer filled with makeup, still originally wrapped, and took my time applying it while I avoided thinking about where it came from and who brought it up, as well as my mother whom I had chided only a few hours ago for the very same thing.
Once that was done, I paced the room until I found a tablet on Azazel's nightstand. Curious, and with nothing else to do, I tried to figure out how it worked.
Disappointingly though, the glyphs on the screen were indecipherable for me. Even though I spoke Sumerian, the meaning of the glyphs escaped me. They looked Egyptian, but I wasn't an archeologist, so I had no idea if they were or not. The result was the same anyway.
Still, I kept tapping on the tablet just because I didn't have anything else to do until, miraculously, I came upon other sites, pages, whatever they were, in the familiar letters of the Roman/Latin alphabet. Unfortunately, the language they were typed in was as mysterious to me as the glyphs had been.
With a groan, I put the tablet back on the table, cursing that it didn't even seem to have any games to help the time go by.
At some point, I must have dozed off because I was startled awake at the sound of the hissing sliding door. And there stood Azazel in all his splendor and glory, and my breath caught in my throat. He was magnificent with his dark hair and piercing eyes. The material of his shirt strained against his biceps, same as the muscles of his thighs stood out against the tight material of his pants.
"By all the hells, I love coming home and seeing you there," he said and moved quickly to my side.
I spread my arms and welcomed him. "I missed you."
"Liar," he grinned. "You were sleeping."
"I only slept because I was bored and because you weren't here." I grinned.
His kiss was searing; rising sensations in me that threatened to consume me with want for him.
"I want you," I said simply.
"I have a surprise for you," he said with a mischievous smile.
"Can't it wait?" I pouted.
He shook his head and the smile curving his lips reminded me of a little boy who could hardly wait to show someone his favorite toy.
