#Chapter147

Leila

I shoved the frozen lasagna casserole in the microwave and set the timer then pressed the start button, aimlessly staring at the wall in front of me as I leaned against the counter and waited for it to heat up.

Even though I was hungry as hell after that thorough clean-up through the living room, my mind was still reeling after everything Azrael had told me just about an hour ago.

He loved her! He still freaking loved her, yet he was only scared!

Hah!

I let out a loud and unlady-like snort, lightly amused at the irony of that. He was the Archangel of Death yet he...