Chapter 24 - Threats and promises

"Listen to me very closely," Soren whispers cruelly, drawing his face close as he jabs a finger into Azrael's chest, his nails cutting through flesh like a knife through butter. He groans. "That little girl is mine and mine alone, you try anything on her again and I will rip your dirty f***ing heart out and leave it for the crows for you to find." His voice is soft, and yet Soren looks so mad for a moment I fear he might turn on me too. The fear and amazement at the horror of it all roots me on the spot, staring, not fully certain of anything I'm hearing. Soren's words sound like poison dripping from his mouth. Vulgar. Foul. It sends a shiver through me. It seems every time I think I've seen the worst of him, he just gets infinitely worse. He really must have been trying to behave around me. Or maybe he is always like this, I think faintly. Always changing, always unpredictable, always mad.