"Wait."
Before she could snatch him off the scene, Azrael stopped her.
Wordlessly he went towards Victor to exchange contact information.
The man had proved to be powerful, a potential ally in the future. Plus, with Arthur's words about how he was 'courting maidens.' Azrael realized up until now he only had three contacts—all women.
Once he was done, Azrael instantly vanished from the ruined base, appearing in another place a beat later.
A pristine room, decorated with brown wood around the walls and an obsidian table in front of him.
He sat in a chair woven from a marvelous fabric. At the other side of the table sat Seyra, her crimson eyes looking at him with unknown intent.
"Coffee or tea?" She asked, surprising him with her hospitality.
"Tea." He answered a moment later.
With a nod, she stood up and went towards the counter to brew it. Her movements were elegant and precise.
