And then, without even a second thought, Azriel unlatched his cloak and walked forward.
He held out a steady hand, a signal that revealed that he would not harm her.
The woman just stared at him, silently sobbing as he neared.
And when he was close enough, he wrapped the cloak around her quivering shoulders.
He held her for a moment.
Just one moment.
Anything to suspend the shakes.
Azriel wished he could do something.
But one moment of touch was one too long.
He released her gently as Mor appeared.
Then the woman reached out and held onto his wrist, an attempt to keep him still.
Azriel was in shock..this was never how it happened.
She stood with shaky legs, pushing away from that damned table.
Then her slim fingers untwisted his cloak, and she paced towards him.
And this time...she wrapped the cloak around his now trembling form.
"No," she whispered.
"We stay and we fight."
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The beginning of Gwyn and Azriel
FantasyGwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn...
