Azrael's POV
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8:50 pm, Bloodoak Academy.
He appeared on his balcony, shadows retreating as he crept into his suite.
Flashes of what he witnessed before he decided to leave the Crimson Expanse hit his mind in quick succession. Too hard and aggravating to follow all at once.
But despite all the blood, gore, gossips—none of it measured up to a moment that made something snap inside him. Cut, maybe.
Celeste. In Silas Hale's arms. Their kiss more intimate and intense than anything he's had with the hybrid princess.
He shouldn't feel... Jealousy. He shouldn't feel this ache in his chest, pulling him to go see her. Heightening his impulses to do something absolutely evil to the Beta.
For a moment, he'd almost approached her.
After he saved her on time from a Vein Beast attack. And again when he felt her confusion and panic as she thought he was dead.
Yet with all that weighing on him... He held back.
