Azrael heard her stammer, taking an instinctive step back. His gaze bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, and the room felt charged with an otherworldly energy.
Azrael's smirk widened, and he rose from the bed with an unsettling grace. "You can call me Azrael," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "I've been keeping an eye on you, sleeping beauty."
Aurora's heart raced as she stared at the stranger in her room. How had he gotten in here, she thought. "Don't call me that," she said in her defense, stepping further back. She narrowed her eyes at him, watching as he stood there, one hand in his pocket, his bright red hair framing his face. She couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in his golden eyes, and she knew he was up to something.
"What do you want from me?" she said, taking more steps back, walking in the direction of her bedroom door. She needed to get away from here and fast.
