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âWhere are you going?â Azriel calls out as you slip your jacket back onto your shoulders and shove one of your knives back into its sheath at your hip.
âNeed some fresh air. Just going for a quick walk around, Iâll make sure the area is secure while Iâm out there.â you grunt, lying through your teeth as you turn towards the front door.
âNo. The area is secure, my shadows already confirmed it.â he says quickly, no question in his tone, speaking as your superior momentarily.
âYeah, well I still need to take a lap, okay?â You grit out, turning to look at him while giving him a weak smile.
You reach for the door handle, but Azrielâs voice coming from the couch stopping you dead in your tracks. âYou can feed on me.â
His voice is casual, level as he speaks about something nobody was supposed to know about. You turn slowly on my heels then, eyes wide in disbelief as you look over to the male. His face is indifferent, no sign of fear or hesitancy present there.
Before you can ask, Azriel speaks again. âDonât act so surprised, noctivaga.â
Noctivaga. Nightwalker. Heâd called you a nightwalker, the ancient name once used in place of vampire.
âI know everything about every creature that steps foot in the Night Court. I made sure you meant no harm before Rhys invited you to train under me, I knew what you were the moment you crossed into this city.â he explains, but his words do nothing to quell the anxiety roiling in your gut now. âYouâre one of very few vampires left in Prythian.â
He doesnât sound annoyed, but amused and interested. But that doesnât keep you from being on edge about him finding you out so easily.
âSo wâwhat? Are you gonna kill me?â you question defensively, hand reaching for the dagger on your hip.
âNo, definitely not. You're much too valuable for me to kill. Too good of a spy.â he says with a small chuckle, shaking his head at you with a furrowed brow. âI truly was gonna let you feed on me. No need to go out there and hunt, as long as you promise not to bleed me dry in one go.â