''Please leave before I drag you out.''
Azrael didn't miss the offended side stares her employees bombarded her with. Their stares amused him, but her frosty looks amused him the most.
Azrael stepped closer and noticed how her brown-red eyes moved with caution, wondering why he was suddenly getting too close. His eyes wandered off to the loose strands of hair lying at the sides of her face, and he grew this irresistible urge to touch them.
''I don't want to leave.''
''I didn't ask whether you wanted to leave or not. I don't care that much. I am telling you to leave. You are interfering with my work. I am trying to fix what you caused me.''
