Chapter 75. Surrounded

GRAYSON

The sound of rustling could be heard behind me, and I immediately turned. Azazel was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest, that infuriating smile still tugging at his lips.

I lunged for him once again and was able to reach him this time.

I had no idea how he’d managed to evade my attack from before, but it didn’t matter because I was already plunging my claws into his stomach. His red eyes widened as I began to twist them into his flesh.

And then, just like that, he was gone again. My hand was still flexed, still covered in his blood, but there was no longer anyone in front of me. I looked around in confusion.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Azazel tutted. “And here I was, thinking we had a real connection.”

I realized with a start that he was beside me now, a few feet away, watching me gleefully. And, despite my just plunging my clawed hand into his gut, he seemed to be completely unharmed.

His clothes were just as orderly a