Chapter # 42

Zubie followed Azekiel out of Ziva's quarters. He stopped; his back was facing her, and she stopped right behind him. he spoke, his voice having a sharp uncertain edge.

"Who are you, Zubie?"

"I am-"

"What are your goals for being here?"

"I was not brought here by choice."

"I am aware, yet you have no problem staying here." Azekiel turned to face her, the scarlet on his eyes glimmering under moonlight filtering from the glass windows. "I am well aware of your activities in the castle and how you have made the royal library your abode."

"That is because-"

"Dwelling in the books about magic... sorcery?"

Azekiel crossed his arms; looking at her expecting an answer from her. when he did not get an answer, he stepped closer invading her personal space. She started, "Azekiel-"

"It is Lord Azekiel for you."

"-Lord Azekiel, I am not here to harm anyone."