Back at Ignivar House.
Azael was stretched out comfortably with his head resting in Isabel's lap, showing absolutely no intention of moving anytime soon.
"Young master, you are behaving like a baby," she said, a quiet laugh escaping her as she looked down at him.
He didn't answer.
Instead he turned his face, wrapped one arm loosely around her waist, and pressed his cheek against her stomach. Then he started to rub his face against her.
"Kyaah!" A cute scream left her mouth. She flinched. Her cheeks immediately turned pink. "Young master, what are you doing?"
She tried to act composed. She always tried. But the truth was that she hadn't quite forgotten what had happened between them that time in his room.
So whenever he touched her like this, without warning and without any apparent awareness of what it did to her, she simply could not help the heat that rose to her face.
