Having no option, he put it back on the night table. On the contrary, Azrael took a sip of her drink not forcing him anymore.
"You didn't kill any of them, well aware that if you kill them they will show in your book. So instead you watched them being tortured brutally. Am I right?" Azrael glanced at him smiling.
August turned pale hearing her. She was right about everything. But how did she know? Does it mean those showed up in his fate?
"No. It didn't. I just guessed and hit the bull's eye." Azrael continued. As if she read through his mind.
"You and I are the same types of people. The difference is I show my ruthless nature while you hide it behind a mask of a loser." Azrael bent down their face at the same level while their eyes met.
August looked at those grey eyes which were glimmering with excitement. She was not just a sadist who kills. Or a wounded woman. She knows her target, she does everything by planning. He underestimated her.
