August cursed himself in his mind. He was done, she was going to weep off all the evidence. And he was the only witness. He was going to die so swiftly that no one would ever find his body.
Azrael stepped closer to him. Seeing her walk closer, August instinctively backends till he was pinned on the wall. This was bad, he had no way out of it. He closed his eyes waiting for his death.
"You don't have a fever." She spoke after moments. August felt his body parts still intact. He slowly opened his eyes; relieved to make eye contact with hers. Her face was just a few inches away from his.
He never got a chance to notice carefully but now thinking back, she sure looks like a goddess. An Aphrodite for sure. If her temper was only good, she was his ideal type.
