Kayson
“You look like a sex.y gothic pirate wearing that and having that Crow on your shoulder. All that’s missing is the bandana around your head.”
“Pirates had parrots, not crows, and this Crow is my mate!” Ivy snaps.
“And what a cute Crow he is,” I mock, stroking the crow’s chest. “Aren’t you, you little death bird you? Ouch! He fuckin.g pecked me!”
Ivy chuckles. “Serves you right.”
I growl while sucking the blood from my finger. “Asshole.”
The Crow squawks. ‘Don’t pet me, you fool!’ The bird snaps.
It’s not strange to me that Azrael can speak in this form. It would be weirder if he couldn’t.
“That’s what you do with pets. You pet them.”
‘Why you…’
“That’s enough!” Ivy snaps. “I don’t need this childish crap right now. So, how do we reach Atlantis without drowning?”
I laugh l
