Chapter 12: The very thought of you
Azazel
My head throbs painfully as the light of day burns through my retinas. I sit up with a groan and come face to face with Mathias, Mikhail, and Fallon. “This better be a nightmare because if it’s a s*x dream, I’d rather be set upon by the hounds of hell.”
Mikhail crosses his arms over his chest and snorts. “It’s not a s*x dream or a nightmare Azazel.” He says with a sneer. Fallon and Mathias remain standing there quiet.
I rise from my couch with a disconcerted frown. The place is in shambles. The tables are torn and turned over. One of the chairs is in pieces, and the television is cracked. “What the bloody hell happened to this place? And why are you here, mate?”
Mathias ste
