Page 153 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
My brows knit together in realization.
“This is a book on syrith courting rituals.”
Azrael gives me a noncommittal shrug. “It would appear so.”
“But why?”
Azrael briefly glances at his shadow. “Guess he thinks you should have a fair chance.”
He doesn’t wait for my response. Not that I had one. While holding his head in place, Azrael carefully lies down on Violette’s rug. Leaving me with the blankets.
“Pass me a throw pillow, will you?”
Feeling a little dumbfounded, I toss him a pillow.
“You can have the blanket.”
“It’s alright. I’m used to not sleeping on a bed anyway.”
I grab a blanket and toss it at him anyway. “Why’s that?”
“Oh, you know... dungeons, imprisonment, karma. That old chestnut.”
I lay down on the sheet, staring up at the ceiling.
Imprisonment?
“... And how long ago was all of that?”
He hums thoughtfully. “... Day before yesterday?”
I lift my head to see his expression.
Is this motherfucker joking?
“Or was it... a hundred and fifty years ago?”
I heave a sigh.
“Mind me asking what you were imprisoned for?”
“On which occasion?”
“How many times have you been imprisoned?”
Azrael grumbles something unintelligible. “A few dozen times or so? More?”
“What the fuck for?”
His words come out as a weary mumble. “Murder, mostly.”
My brow pinches. “... But you’re the God of Death.”
Azrael gives an exasperated laugh, throwing his arms up.
“That’s what I said!”
A chuckle escapes me, cut short by the fact that this fucker is competing with me for my soulmate.
