#Chapter123

Blake

I anxiously chewed on my bottom lip, already feeling so nervous about this whole deal as I watched Azrael make his way towards Raph and Daya, not failing to also notice the way she kept shaking like a scared little puppy.

Holy shit.

Oh she's shitting her pants allright.

But so am I. And I'm not the one sitting on that goddamn table, waiting to get freaking torn apart by Death.

Jesus.

I crossed my arms over my chest in order to hold myself still as I watched Raz stop right in front of Daya, lightly tapping my foot against the wooden floor, failing to even acknowledge my...