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Chapter 50
Alyssa
I stare at Azrael, unable to move because he has hit me with the truth. The strings of my heart are playing a tune of surrender. It's tired of running from the spiraling heat in my chest.
And I agree—I can't flee forever. Not when Azrael's eyes are imprinted into my mind. He is like a spreading infection. When he was gone, I couldn't focus. It was like someone had taken all the colors from my eyes and painted the sky black.
I was in pain when Azrael was gone, and now he is here—so why can't I just be honest with myself and take what I want? Why am I afraid?
I wet my lips. "We should..."
I can't finish the sentence. Something unnamed is swelling between us, warm and tender. It gives life to Azrael's eyes, and his features show radiant humor. Does he have to be so beautiful? He gives me sappy butterflies without even trying.
"We should what?" Azrael is watching me while walking. "Fuck? Because that would be a great idea."
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