Zavian stopped walking and turned to his friend. "What about her?"
Azriel looked around, and after he was sure there was no one close to hear their conversation, he asked, in a dropped tone, "I want to know if you have looked at this from another perspective."
"What other perspective?"
"Jasmine wasn't the only demon in the room."
Zavian's shoulders tightened, and the tips of his fangs drew out like blades in his mouth.
"So you are saying Neera is lying?"
"This Neera isn't the same as the Neera she was when she was alive…"
It happened so quickly. Zavian drew out Azriel's knife and aimed for his throat, holding it close enough to graze his skin. One little movement from Azriel, and it would be poking into his neck.
"Even as my friend, there are things you don't have any right to say," Zavian gritted out. "Do not even try to go there."
