Azriel's Point Of View
The heavy mahogany doors hadn't even fully clicked shut behind Nadia before a quiet, jagged chuckle escaped my lips. The sound came unbidden… half relief, half disbelief. I leaned back against the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the residual heat of her frantic, desperate energy finally dissipate from the room like smoke clearing after a fire. My shoulders, which I hadn't realized were tensed, slowly relaxed.
"Seriously," I said, shaking my head as I looked over at my brothers. A wry smile tugged at my lips despite the irritation still simmering beneath my skin. "I find myself impressed daily… honestly, truly impressed with how remarkably stupid she is. It's almost a talent at this point. A very expensive, very loud talent."
