Chapter 30

Azrael

I punch the wall in frustration and watch the debris fall to the floor like sprinkles. I should be in bed by now, but something tells me my confusion won't let me sleep.

"Why did I try to kiss her?" I ask myself angrily, still not understanding why I can't stop thinking about Alyssa.

Deep inside, I know the answer—Alyssa is like a drug. One inhale of her fiery, untamed hair was all I needed for her to become imprinted into my memory. I shouldn't want Alyssa; settling for my mate was what I decided on, but I want them both because I'm a greedy bastard.

Fuck me. I need some sleep to set my thoughts and emotions right; I'm a pure mess right now.

Slowly, I walk down the corridor with a hundred racing thought, stopping when I spot Maze standing outside of Sleepy's door with something sharp sticking out from her lengthy, flowing sleeve. She is dressed like the night in a black tunic, probably something the witches gave her, but something see