I was sulking the next days because Wyatt has been staying at the palace for some time.

I was sitting in the common area, my back against the pool table as I read a book but let's face it, I couldn't even concentrate. I needed to do something, anything else. 

"Hey," I jumped from the floor when I spotted Azriel passing by. 

"What?" he gruffed. 

"Where to?" I asked, ignoring his rude tone. 

"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow at my overly excited voice. 

"I thought we were friends so..." I trailed and he smirked at me, crossing his arms against his chest,

"We are not friends, and you need...