"Don't play games with me, Areen. What did he threaten you with?"
I ask firmly, taking a step closer, and then another pushing her back further against the crystal ridden wall. There is a clear look of desperation that ripples across her face in that moment, as she looks between all three of us, her failed trap, and the flaring golden light that sparks around my form as I pursue her with slow, leaden steps.
"I know what Azrael is like," I remark coldly, crunching my knuckles between my fingers. "I would warn you not to lie to me, Siren Queen." Areen freezes, a look of half perplexation, half rage plastered over her pale and scaly face.
