CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

HAZEL'S POV.

My heart thundered, as I turned away. Azella was with Darius. She was even holding his hand. 

That hand with the claws that killed thousands. 

Panic raw and wild hit me. He would kill me. He would kill us. 

“Azel, follow me.” I said, quickly, going to a stall where they sold Christmas clothes. I immediately took a hoodie, and dumped it over myself, covering my head with the hood, and fixing my scarf around my nose. 

Quickly, I went towards both of them, my heart pounding in my chest. I was approaching death casually. If we were caught…

 I placed my hand on Azella’s shoulder,...