Dune's mind reeled at Azrael's revelation. How could he possibly know about him? He came to a sudden halt, and Hazel, her face pale and eyes wide, seemed even more shaken.
"What did you say?" Dune demanded, spinning around to confront Azrael.
Azrael's smile widened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "You heard me perfectly."
Dune cast a worried glance at Hazel, who was visibly trembling. He then turned back to Azrael with a steely gaze. "Enough of your games. Stop speaking in riddles."
"Time to go," Dune said with quiet resolve, taking Hazel's arm. "Don't believe a word he says. He's trying to drive a wedge between us."
Azrael's laughter echoed through the air, rich with mockery. "Oh, come on now! Is that what you think, evil me?"
Dune gritted his teeth and resumed walking. Hazel followed, though her unease was more palpable than ever.
