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 quietly.
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 b****y hell happened to this place? And why are you here, mate?”
Mathias steps forwar
