Azriel POV
Azriel waited for the Dark Lord to speak but he looked at Ashmeer instead.
"I forget son, your impatience. You have been reunited with your love after such a long time. Go ahead and greet her. Perhaps, we can have a family moment together."
Ashmeer grunted happily and came bounding to her. He looked at her with his one working eye, his face a grotesque mask.
"My love, you look terrified! I thought you would be happy to see how much more handsome I have become in the past few months. I am turning into my true self. Is that not delightful?"
Azriel looked at him in terror, she hoped against hope that he would not touch her. But the very next moment, exactly that happened.
Ashmeer's hand reached out and touched her. She noticed, he now had long claws on his hand and he let one pointy one run softly across her neck. She knew that one misstep could be the death of her, so she stood very still.
