All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing... That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever...But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself..."His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as i did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said thoses two words again, "forgive me." And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my cheast as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless.

Nephilim

I stared yet again for a few moments at the fiery red big symbol on my wrist, looking from every angle, stupidly trying to somehow understand it, though I obviously had no idea what the hell was it in the first place.


It looked more like I was marked with a hot branding iron... or something like that.


"Is this..." I momentarily paused, nervously scratching with my fingernails over the irritated skin, before finally asking.


I mentally muttered to myself, looking at a totally unmoving, seemingly shocked Azrael. He was in the exact same spot I left him moments ago, simply sitting at the edge of the bed when I decided to at least take a shower and get dressed.


And now that I was done, I really wanted some answers. But since he wasn't even moving a muscle, let alone speak, I decided that I will get them anyway, no matter from whom.


Chapter 54 The Mark