August was not surprised anymore by her words. If she has a reason, Nat and Oliver would die every day through her hand.
"Didn't you kill him already?" August asked, trying to keep his amusement to himself.
"Nope. Not yet. I will first kill that cat of his." Azrael gritted her teeth determinedly.
August sighed, he pitied Eve. Every time Azrael needs something from Nat or gets angry at him, Eve gets death threats. Poor kitty.
"Stop punishing that cat. And It's not Nat's fault." August heaved out. "I only got my memory back when I went into a coma," August explained.
"You got into a coma?" Azrael blinked, confused by what he meant by that. August was surprised that she didn't know about it at all.
