Chapter 15

Samael Wülf

I needed to think, but how could I, with him reading my every fucking thought? At least I could shut Selene out of my head.

Shit!

“What’s troubling you, Samael?” Azael questioned me as he approached me and put his arm around me. I couldn’t help but stiffen a little. He guided me to a mahogany brown leather couch underneath two enormous floor-to-ceiling windows. He had begun redecorating the mansion since he killed the hunter’s council. However, he was taking his time, and now the place looked like a mismatch between a luxury style of gold and marble and his dark gothic style. Right now, it looked horrendous. No one would dare tell him that, though, not if they wanted to keep their head. Most clans had the fundamental law of not killing our own. However, Azael was the father of us all, and he made his own rules. I mean, who would chastise him for breaking any laws or rules? No one, that's who. I needed him to get to the point so I could get out of