Ilayda

Stepping out of the tub I realize I don’t have anything to change into. Still angry at my stupid mate I yank a towel around myself and storm out of the room. Ignoring the sharp pains that stab through my heels as I march into the bedroom. He’s sitting, his long legs stretched out in front of him drinking a dark liquid from a glass. All of his weapons have been removed and are sitting on the table in a neat row. OCD much? I wonder. His eyebrow raises slightly at my appearance, clouding slightly with the presence of his wolf.

“I didn’t have anything to wear,” I tell him tightly, stomping over to my bag. I’m not paying attention and I kick the edge of the bed with my already swollen toes. “Fuck,” I hiss grabbing my foot and sitting on the bed.

Azrael is on me in seconds, crouched in front of me examining my feet. “Watch where the fuck you are going.” he snaps at me.

Ripping my feet from him I glare, “why the hell does it matter to you. You don’t care about us!” my eyes start burning fr