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Aysel: Azriel's Sauvness

Azriel makes a quizzical hum, and I wrench my bewildering gaze from the man a few feet away from me and look at him. He raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“I…” my voice quivers as I manage to utter. He whisks me away from the spot and I let him drag me away. I glance back once and find him nowhere.

“Did you not attend a party like this one?” Azriel hisses when we finally find a corner fairly secluded and drenched in semi-darkness.

I take a deep breath, but my chest tightens. I feel as if I cannot breathe fully.

“What’s the matter?” Azriel asks gravely.

“Nothing. Nervous,” I mutter. I suddenly feel irritated at him. Despite being the future alpha king, why does he think that he has the right to jump to conclusions?

“We have work to do, don’t we?” I say quietly and move past him. He quickly falls in step beside me and places his left hand on the small of my back. The heat of his palm sears through the fabric and into my skin. However, it feels reassuring.

By the looks of it, this party is
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