ROXANNA.
I thought of all the things that could go wrong, but never this. Never him. What the fuck was he doing here?
Raze. Of all people, it had to be Raze.
My hands shook like dry leaves in a storm as I tried to think of something to say, something to do, but my head was empty. Not a single thought stayed long enough to help me. I knew it. I was done this time. Completely cooked.
Azrael did not move. He did not react. The room fell into a deep, heavy silence the moment I was caught. Then the sound of the machine broke through my thoughts, the steady beeping reminding me that there was no escape left. This was real. This was happening.
Without thinking, I moved fast and slipped the pillow under Azrael's head, fixing his position like that would save me. Like that small act could change what Raze had already seen. No one would believe me now, not after he told them what he walked in on.
