Kapitel 224: A voice in my head

Angrily, Azrael runs his clawed fingers through his hair, his form shifting in an instant to reveal the marred face below the façade he put up. There is no doubt about it, in his rage, he is losing control. Silently, I stash away that morsel of information for another time. At least now I know if I want to worm my way under Azrael's skin I can do so by electing some sort of emotional response- now that is a field I can work with.

As he breathes a heavy groan, Azrael points a finger at me with a bitter and unassuming expression.

"You just couldn't make things easy for me, huh brother?" he growls through clenched teeth, running his fingers once more down the valley of my breasts before tearing himself sharply away (although that action in itself seems to take a rather large amount of effort).