Away from where the two Reign siblings stood, Azrael offered the petite woman, who was now in his reach, a charming smile as he gave her one of the glasses. "No fine lady should have an empty hand."
The woman glanced around to confirm his words, and truly, she seemed to be the only one without a glass in hand. "Thank you." He noticed her slender fingers receiving the drink politely from him, but she never bothered to taste it, which he did not mind at all.
"You look stunning." He offered a compliment, which the woman smiled timidly at. "Azrael Volkov." He introduced himself, and his hands gestured out to take hers.
"Annabelle Thornhill." She watched him place a light kiss on the back of her hand with his eyes still on her.
Her eyes nervously shifted just in time to see Kione; his eyes shifted in her direction as if he knew she was staring. Their eyes locked for a moment before Kione returned his gaze back to the woman he was conversing with.
