Azrael's POV
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Old Bloodoak Amphitheatre, 9:50 PM
"Excuse me?" Luther nearly exclaimed after Atlas's revelation. "Lysandra? As in… Lysandra Carrington?"
The witch sneered. "How many Lysandras do you know, Alpha?"
As the other guys swarmed Atlas with questions on what he just revealed, Azrael's arms folded in front of his chest. From beneath his sunglasses, he studied the faces around him.
The Dean and how shaken he was for example. He noticed how the man sneaked occasional looks at the Luna Queen. Tense looks. Like a puppy forced to obey.
His brow arched. 'Interesting. Did she finally confront him?'
Then he turned to Odessa and Celeste.
His mate was slowly regaining herself, hands clutching her mother. The latter held her daughter close, brushing her fingers gently through her hair. While also listening to what Atlas had to say.
