Christina slammed the door closed behind, throwing Azariah inside.
Azariah stumbled before balancing himself, his gaze subconsciously wandering around the dimly lit room, bathed in a lavender hue.
A king-size bed lay in the middle, covered with a beautiful red bedsheet.
Click!
His head turned at the sound before he could notice anything else.
Christina locked the door while walking towards him.
"What happened with Shyamal?" she growled, anger clear on her beautiful face, "…Why are you so close to her all of a sudden?"
"Nothing much—"
"Don't lie to me," she cut in with a low voice, "…I sensed divinity in the place."
Azariah frowned, "How did you sense that?"
Normal mortals can't sense or feel divinity; it's only possible if they themselves have experience—
"Answer me, Azariah," she snarled, crowding his personal space, "…And don't you dare lie."
