62. Scarlet and Azael
Third Person's POV:
After Astrid assured Azael that he couldn't resist the desire to taste her blood. He wanted to avoid it at all costs, but his body was refusing to cooperate with his mind.
When Astrid exposed her neck to him, all doubts vanished, and he was quickly by her side, holding her shoulders.
"Think about it one more time, Little Mate, I won't be able to stop myself after this," Azael said, his black eyes now swirling with turquoise.
"Yeah, I'm sure about it," Astrid gulped, but not out of fear, but of nervousness and intimidation brought on by Azael's proximity.
Azael bared his fangs only to see Astrid's reaction; Azael was giving her a chance to flee if she so desired, but Astrid didn't even flinch, giving him encouragement to carry on.
He moved her hair away from her shoulder slowly.
'Don't hurt her, Azael,' Rafael cautioned.
'Shut up, jackass, she's also my mate,' Azael retorted.
