Page 14 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 13

Azazel

Rebecca slid back, putting space between them. She wiped stray tears from her eyes and asked, “What?”

Back less than a minute, and Simon was already driving a wedge between them. But if Simon was what she needed, he could deny her nothing.

“I found him on the Island of Ibiza. It was Elizabeth’s last hideout. She fled before I arrived there but left him behind.”

“Where… Where is he now?”

Azazel tucked one curl behind her ear, trailing a finger down her cheek. He’d had Rebecca less than two days, but her racing thoughts told him all he needed to know. She would demand to go to Simon, and Azazel—for all his promises of being nothing like Gabriel—would bring her to him. She would be lost to him again.

“He’s recovering in a hospital in Barcelona. They’re treating him for severe dehydration, a concussion, and several broken bones.”

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Take me to him. I have to see him.”

“Rebecca.”

She slid off the bed, staggering forward. “Please, Azazel. I have to know he’s okay. And then, and then, if…” Her words died. She couldn’t lie to him, wouldn’t make false promises she never intended to keep .

Her eyes were pleading, and something inside him broke.

“I’ll take you.”

She blinked, surprise registering across her features.

He had done this all wrong. At least Ada had known what she was to him. But that truth had cost Ada her life, and when she was reborn, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t interfere. He’d been so sure of that choice. It gave her the best chance at a normal human life.

Even if the decades he’d watched her grow—and form relationships with Simon—only to die and come back again and again had been his torment.

He’d never stepped in. Never interfered. He’d let her father siphon her seraph energy, let Simon use his twisted gifts and lie, manipulating her.

In his eternal existence, he’d witnessed no mortal creature endure what she had. And for one hundred years when she’d been hidden, trapped in the place seraphim could not go, only Father knew what unspeakable torments she’d suffered at the nasdaqu-ush’s hands.

Now that he’d finally acted and told her the truth, of course she chose Simon. It was no less than he deserved for standing idly by through it all.