ROXANNA.
I froze.
What did he mean by that? Queen? Was he planning to marry her? The thought hit me harder than it should have. My chest began to ache in a way I did not understand. I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to ask him why he would even think of choosing her.
Then I reminded myself of something painful. This man was on my kill list. I was not supposed to feel anything for him. I was not supposed to care.
"There is something on your mind. Say it, Rox," Azrael said as he turned to face me.
"I do not want to make you angry," I said with a small shrug, looking away from him.
"You will not. Just say it."
I shifted to the edge of the couch and cleared my throat, gathering courage. "Are you two dating?"
"Me?" He placed his hand on his broad chest, his brows pulling together in confusion.
"You and Melissa," I added quickly.
He laughed, and the sound surprised me. It was warm and real. For a moment, I wondered if my question was that funny.
