Fabian arrived just minutes after Azrael and Ashelia came down to the common room for a meal. He had only followed them to keep an eye on the woman who his master claimed to be his mate.
He chose a table at a far distance from them, ordered a mug of cider, and watched everything that happened the whole time.
Fabian started to notice Azrael's behaviour becoming increasingly familiar and strange at the same time.
Even the shortest glances in the woman's direction seemed to make him tense. He had only been with her for less than half a day and he was already becoming irritatingly possessive.
Fabian frowned. 'How is this possible…?'
In all the years of working for Azrael, he had never seen him get so openly furious. He almost always got angry, but he was an expert at hiding it behind the façade of his annoying smiles. He had never before glared so openly, never once blatantly threatened like he was doing now.
Except during battle.
Fabian sighed. He had his work cut out for him.
