One final act (part one R18)
Of course. Azrael had already proven to me that he had some influence over Dawn in the dungeons where she was imprisoned. He had hoped to gain things from her, I assume, though Dawn had insisted she had not revealed anything verbally. Mentally, however, is a different story.
"Let me guess, Dawn let something slip in her mind?" I say lowly, mentally having to stop myself from letting my voice come out as a growl. Antagonising Azrael any more than I already have would only escalate the situation, and I cannot afford to do that right now, not while I have not obtained the key.
Glancing over his shoulder once more, I lock my eyes on the cabinets. Now is my only chance.