Chapter 22: A Witch’s Gift and Lingering Regrets

Alix had just finished up the weapons for Nathaniel and Marie and was wiping the sweat from her brow when she ran into Zadkiel lingering in the hall. Still not entirely settled on how she felt about him at the moment, she paused and gave a slight nod of her head in hello and started to move along when he spoke.

“Azrael,” he trailed off as if the name didn’t feel right anymore, “Az,” he corrected after a moment, “can we talk?” She started to speak, likely to mouth off though she hadn’t decided what to say yet, but he didn’t give her the chance. “I swear I just want to talk.” Alix hesitated for a moment longer before she gave in, silently cursing his unconscious puppy dog eyes.

“What do you want?” Her fear of where this conversation would lead led to unnecessary harshness on her part, but she was a coward and not keen on softening her words at the moment.