AZRIEL WAS YELLING. The boy with eyes of ash and stardust had a glint in his eye and his toffee skin was red, and he was angry and yelling and all Reagan could think was ohgodohgodwhathaveidoneohgod. He was hitting her, yelling and screaming as loud smacks echoed.
Reagan knew she deserved it but she couldn't help the tears streaming down her face.
And suddenly the screams were louder, louder, louder. The smacks were faster, harder, and suddenly Reagan was pinned on the ground, Azriel whispering iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou and pressing kisses on her.
But Reagan kept crying and suddenly he was screaming and yelling and smack, smack, smack.
Azriel Turner, the boy with eyes of ash and stardust, of rust and gleam, iron and steel, the calm after a storm. The boy of sweet smiles and crooked teeth, messy hair and toffee skin. An overflowing sink, ink splattering on a page, a breath of fresh air.
Azriel Turner suddenly had the same mad glint in her eye that her father had.
Reagan couldn't stop crying because Azriel Turner, the boy of ash and stardust was exactly like her father, and was made of iron and steel.
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