Chapter 16

• Raven's POV:
• With trembling limbs, I slumped back into the chair opposite Azrael, putting what meager distance I could between us. The etched promise of his cosmic claiming still reverberated through my awakened depths like rapturous aftershocks. I snatched up the abandoned wineglass, draining it in one desperate gulp as if the rich vintage could somehow soothe the cataclysmic inferno raging within.
• The potent liquor lashed down my throat in a scorching torrent, barely tempering the cosmic wildfires consuming my tenuous hold on reality. But it was a brief, small mercy nonetheless. Allowing me to forcibly inhale a shuddering breath and gather what tattered remnants of composure remained.