❝ Sometimes I feel like I have changed into something unrecognizable, but then I see you, and the love I feel tethers me back to this earth ❞
Maiya was walking a fine line. On one side was safety; her brother and mother and love, but the other was c...
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ℑ turned a corner, intent on heading to the library to brush on some final strategies before I met with my father and Mendax that afternoon. I looked away for barely a moment, before a hand was around my mind, tugging me into a dark nook.
I just about made out Azriel's dark eyes, blue siphons and the feeling of his scarred hands on mine before his lips pressed against my own.
"Az..." I groaned, pulling away from him as his lips were testing my limited control. He pressed another kiss to my lips, smiling up at me, before I pulled him back. "Azriel. Secret, remember."
"You just looked too good not to kiss."
"Have you been following me?"
"No." He shook his head, before a shadow reached up to curl around my ear. A small grin began to play on his face as I cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe. But it's only one shadow, I promise."
I rolled my eyes, before batting his hands off of me.
"I need to go to the library and we have a meeting later."
"Later, later." Azriel muttered, tugging me away from the entrance to the alcove and back into his arms. "Now, it's just us."
"What happens if someone sees us?" I muttered, but he barely noticed, already too lost in pressing kisses to my lips to care about someone figuring out who we were. "Azriel."
"I'm listening for people, don't worry." He pressed a deeper kiss to my lips, "and your meeting is not until much later. We have time."
"We really don't." I protested, but that was feeble. Azriel's lips were addicting. Once you had kissed him once, you wanted to kiss him again and again but I supposed that it could be due to him being my mate. Either way, I felt my resolve crumbling. "I have half an hour."
"Plenty of time."
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"Over possessive bat." I spat the weak insult at Azriel, who was grinning like a madman. Azriel's smile was something that I had only just begun to notice. It was something that he didn't show all too often, except when in my company.
Unlike the other smiles around the court, that were filled with poisoned fangs and harsh lies, Azriel's was warm and kind and everything that I was not used to. I did not know what I had done to be so deserving of a mate that was far kinder than I could ever be. That was saying a fair bit considering I knew that he tortured people.
