Chapter 9

Azrael

Showing emotions or even flashing someone a smile is something I try to refrain from doing. It could result in the other person dying. Falling for an angel without them loving you back will slowly crumble your heart to dust, kill you from the inside out in the most excruciating way possible.

Therefore, I try to act like a heartless bastard and never carry a smile.

It makes me miserable, but I've been telling myself that finding my mate is the cure, my savior, and blessing from this bitter lifestyle. Once the mating ritual is completed, the angelic charm will wear off, and people will no longer die when they fall in love with me—I think it's a cruel way for destiny to make sure an angel always picks their mate.

But I have a big problem.

Alyssa.

Sighing, I trace the tip of my thumb down her back. My other hand is cupped under her, holding her fiercely as I stroll down the road. The feelings I have for the vampire are rising within