The thought of her belonging to someone else makes something dark and primal stir in my chest. Something that wants to hunt down this Azarel and tear his throat out, maybe feed his trachea to the Knight, if only to put Cosima out of her misery.
But I push it aside.
I don't need to give her yet another reason to hate me.
When I emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, I find a set of clothes neatly folded outside the door as promised. But as I unfold them, I realize Raven wasn't just being a hospitable host.
The shirt is a sheer purple fabric that would leave nothing to the imagination. Evenhewouldn't be caught dead wearing shit like this. Hell, it's probably left over from his whoring days. And a pair of skintight pants made out of some kind of hide. Something reptilian I don't even want to know the origin of.
"Is this a fucking joke?" I bellow, loud enough to echo down the hallway.
There's no answer, of course.
Fucking asshole.
Chapter 4
KNIGHT
Moon is gone.
but not like last time.
know where she is.
could find her if wanted to.
but she asked for space.
understand.
hate it, but understand.
must do as she asks.
sitting.
still.
on floor.
watching door where Moon disappeared.
remembering pain on her perfect face.
remembering moonlight spilled from eyes.
because of him.
Azarel.
Azarel must die.
slowly.
painfully.
pull his spine through throat.
