Just like that, he had snatched it away from her hand.
Lareina gasped, pushing to her feet as she turned to glare at him. However, when she reached out to grab the book from his hand, the man lifted his hand higher.
Lareina considered herself to be a tall woman but standing next to him, she was always deemed to seem small.
Azrael had donned a robe over his body, water dripping from his hair. He had removed the scarred mask from his face but part of his disguise was still there, his hair had been curled and the colour of his eyes were altered by spells. Looking down at her, he seemed annoyingly handsome but arrogant to her eyes.
She stopped struggling to reach the book and stepped back to take a seat again. But before she could even move, the chair was occupied.
