[Blood Of Fallen] [8]

"...That's your past, present, and future... Your lovers were, are, and will always... kill you."

Thump! Thump!

Azariah's heart pounded fiercely in his chest as the man's words struck deep.

His breath became ragged, and he glared at the man, whose expression was filled with pity.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Azariah let out a forced chuckle.

"The fuck are you rambling about, liar?" he asked, a smile lingering on his face as he stepped back.

"Az," Oliver tried to intervene, but Azariah quickly pushed him away.

"Did you not hear this fucker?!" Azariah roared, slamming his fist down on the table with such force that it shattered into pieces.

The man gulped as Azariah lunged at him, but Oliver barely managed to hold him back.

Just as the man was about to respond, a woman passing by on the street stopped, looking at them with concern.