Chapter 9: The Belly of the Beast - 6
He tilted his head, still smiling, as if waiting for her to elaborate.
She blinked, her snarl faltering.
"No, you idiot, I meant—" Her words died in her throat, drowned by the absurdity of his question.
He just returned to brushing the flute, humming again, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest.
Nyxsha growled and stormed into the shadows, her tail whipping hard enough to topple a crooked stone column with a crash.
Dust billowed, bones rattled, and she didn’t look back.
Later, Azareel approached her with a cracked stone bowl filled with murky water, his movements careful, almost reverent.
"For you," he said softly.
She slapped it out of his hand, the bowl shattering against the wall in a spray of shards and liquid.
"I am sorry." He apologized, his voice gentle, and swept up the pieces without complaint.