Chapter 70

[1750 B.C.]Azrael's POV

Kill Asra.

That was the idiotic order Miguel had given me this time.

I threw myself on the library couch and I could feel each of my muscles hurt.

It was impossible to do this without being discovered - especially when Callisto had suddenly become so attentive to the damn concubine.

"What are you thinking? " Zaniel’s voice caught me by surprise and lifted my tired eyes to the fallen.

Unlike me, Zaniel was someone trustworthy, one of my many brothers who fell for hating our father after what he did to Quinn and Lucifer.

Zaniel was one of many who deserved Callisto’s trust and perhaps... - my thought was interrupted by my back that throbbed where my wings had once existed.

Who cares about maybe?

"That I’ll probably be dead as soon as we get back to the castle and the black tower," I spoke sincerely and saw the crimson-haired man smile.

"When did you become so exaggerated, Azrael?"

I snitched.