"Hah..."
Azrael settled back on his velvet sofa. The walls were painted in rich, swirling blues and purples, lit by faraway nebulae and stars, creating a galactic grandeur that surrounded him.
The stars in the night sky, which appeared to be shimmering with their own light, were reflected in the ceiling. The big windows were surrounded with velvet curtains that gave the space a delicate, dreamy radiance.
He sipped his tea, wishing it were wine or something stronger.
Back in his real world, he had been a twenty-two-year-old college student with easy access to alcohol. Here at Luminara Academy, he wasn't sure if drinking was allowed for students, and he didn't want to risk finding out the hard way.
He ran his fingers through his pink hair, wincing as he encountered tangles—evidence of his earlier frustration.
