Chapter 36: Jealousy

I walk out of the bathroom wrapping the nothingness around me - covered with the emotions, the feelings, and the touch that lingers at every pore of my skin. Water trickles down the length of my body, latching the beads on my curve, as I cross my feet before each other making my way to the room. A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them.

Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be