I knew it hurt Mason's pride.
His eyes went completely black as he slowly sank into the chair, his face completely tight with outrage. Berries and cones didn't make a werewolf strong — he knew that as much as we did.
"Ten miles away." I sniffed the air for traces of the woman I loved — the woman who was taken from me. Anger overtook all good reason as I started moving toward the door.
"Level head, Ethan." Cassius's cold grip stopped my blood from boiling over. "She'll need you at your strongest."
"I know."
"Drink."
I had to have heard him wrong.
"Drink." His teeth snapped. "Before I change my mind." He lifted his hand to my lips.
With a sneer, I pushed him away.
He slammed me against the wall. "You want to save your love? Stop being so damn prideful and drink."
With a hiss, I bit into his arm and sucked deep. His blood was like ice, cooling my veins, making my body so calm I was finally able to think clearly. I took a step back, the blue tint of his blood dripping from my fangs. "I won't thank you."
"And I won't expect it." He moved his fingers along the small indents. The skin slowly closed back together.
"If she touches you—" I whispered.
"When she touches me," he clarified, "you will finally see it."
"That you were right all along?" I growled.
"That you should have trusted her to begin with."
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Genesis
AZIEL SAT WITH ME FOR WHAT felt like hours. Sometimes he spoke, but mostly he rocked back and forth. It didn't make me feel better.
When I tried to get up and grab something to eat, he told me that the food was poisoned.
I didn't know if I should believe him or not.
I got up anyway because I couldn't handle just sitting and staring out the window, even though that seemed to be his own specialty.
I found a bottle of water in the fridge and drank, then made my way back over to the couch. Sariel hadn't returned. I wasn't sure if Aziel was supposed to be my guard or just a punishment.
"What's with the chains?" I asked, taking a seat next to him, careful to be out of his reach just in case he decided to put the same hands in chains on top of me, forcing my legs to go to sleep.
"A punishment." His eyes went white as snow. "For my sins."
"What did you do?"
"I wanted."
"What did you want?"
His hair became more visible. Pieces of black and white tendrils fell across his face. "I wanted."
"Okay…"