''We are here for the mission, you remind me of it again and again. And now that there is some trail outside, you are standing here in my room quietly. I believe you probably sent your subordinates to check the situation outside,'' Lareina stood near the bed while Azrael stood at the door, a huge distance between them.
''It is none of your business.''
''Yet I am here, dealing with your lover and your tantrums!" Lareina snapped, her voice losing the composure it had carried so far. She crossed the bed and walked towards him, ''I felt you sleeping next to me, holding me and then aiming a dagger at me. I woke up thinking it was a nightmare but it was not. It was not. The blood on the bed, on my body…''
Azrael was startled when she suddenly grabbed his left hand and lifted the black sleeve that was clinging to his skin. On his wrist, there was a deep gash, the side of a baby's fist, blood trailing down from every inch of that wound.
