Azrael's POV
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9:00 AM, Female Dormitory building
The last thing he expected when heading to Celeste's suite this morning was the scent of a familiar witch in it. Not just that—upon stepping into the room, he picked up the scent of two wolves as well.
Silas and Luther.
Neither had stayed long. But they had been here long enough to make him notice.
'What in the High one's name...' he thought to himself, head tilting as he locked his eyes on his target. Atlas. "What are you doing here?"
The latter blinked, dazed and confused for a moment. "I... You... You shouldn't..." Then he pressed his lips in a thin line, golden eyes flickering with a stubborn light. "I should be asking YOU that question, Vaelmont."
How audacious.
"Hmph," Azrael wasn't impressed, shutting the door behind him. "I came here to see Celeste. I thought she'd be here seeing how all participants in the trial were given today off."
Atlas's brows furrowed. "Convenient."
