Azrael's expression darkened into a mixture of shock and anger. His eyes narrowed as a cold wind rustled through the leaves, carrying unsettling tension through the forest. How did he know? No one knew! They weren't supposed to know.
The smirk on the vampire's face widened as he observed the confusion and fear in Azrael's eyes. "That's right," the vampire said with triumph, keeping his voice low.
Azrael's face turned pale; then his jaw clenched, and his hands curled into fists. "How?" he asked, his lips trembling as he struggled to calm the storm building inside him beneath his composed exterior. "How do you know who she is?" He roared, grabbing the vampire by the collar of his tattered shirt, lifting him off the ground with fierce intensity. The vampire gasped for breath, but the triumphant gleam in his eyes didn't waver.
