Annoyed, she grabbed the book from his hand and put it away. "What are you doing?" August was surprised by her sudden childishness.
"Putting it away," Azrael remarked with a pouty face.
August was already annoyed by the fact that she wouldn't hesitate to die at his hand. It was frustrating to even think that it was he who would kill someone he actually cared for. Why does everyone he cares about have to die with his hands? First his mother; now her.
"Give it back." August tried to take it back. That book was the only way to find way to stop Valkyrie. If he finds even a little hint, it could be useful.
"No." Azrael stubbornly holds onto the book. Doesn't he know the rules? When you are with a lady in a room you should focus on her, not on nerdy stuff.
August gritted his teeth, more irked by her antics and tried to pull the book away from her. While Azrael denied budging back. In the end, it was torn apart with half a piece in his hand and another in her.
