It had been a week since he returned back to his place.
Azrael's fingers loosening his tie stilled as his eyes took in the blonde angel on his bed. Sprawled in the center, her hair spread across his pillow in a careless mess.
He pulled his tie off, then shrugged out of his clothes, quietly peeling away the soaked bandages.
His eyes fixed on her as he ignored the sharp, spreading sting.
He stepped closer to the bed, lowered himself to one side, careful despite the way his muscles protested.
He lay on his stomach, exhaling slowly, turning his head to stare at the blonde. The subject of his silent obsession for years was breathing next to him.
If he had run into her years ago, he wouldn't have let her go even if he knew he was dumping her into a hellhole.
The heavy painkillers in his system dulled the edges of everything. His lips curved faintly, humorlessly.
His fingers lifted slowly, brushing against her warm cheek for a second. His hand stilled there.
