** A Taste of Shadows**
Athena Pov.
After my shift, the sun is setting, casting the park in shades of purple and orange. I head toward the meeting spot Azazel picked—an old oak tree at the park's edge. Part of me is buzzing with excitement, like I'm heading into some clandestine meeting, which, considering the company, isn't far from the truth. The other part of me wonders if this is wise. But I shake it off, reminding myself I'm just here to practice my powers. There's nothing "more" going on.
When I arrive, Azazel is already there, leaning against the tree with his arms crossed, blending into the twilight like he's part of it. He gives me one of his rare, quick smiles, making my stomach flip unexpectedly.
"Ready?" he asks, pushing off from the tree and motioning to the open space in front of us.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. There's no way I'm going to let him see how nervous I feel.