Charlotte was standing on the balcony of Azraiel’s room. Ayleen had given her a grand tour of the house….. and before even seeing every room, she had decided to stay in Azraiel’s room. There is absolutely no reason to stay in separate rooms. She had planned on having a real conversation with Azraiel regarding his behavior. He was behaving as if she’d break if he said what he wanted. She appreciated him giving her space and the freedom to choose in every decision, but her shift was coming near. With only one month left and asbsofuckinglutely no idea if she’d survive or not, she didn’t want to spend these days being cautious. God knows she has spent her whole life like that.