Ashelia sucked in a sharp breath as she took another cautious step back. She stared at Azrael with wide eyes. "Yo… You're not human…"
Azrael raised a questioning brow at her. "Well of course I'm not. What human would be able to stab another with their bare hands?" He asked, flexing his wrist.
Ashelia watched his actions in silence. It wasn't like she didn't suspect he wasn't human when he had killed the bandits in Lavim's forest. It was just a hard pill to swallow when he said it himself.
She furrowed her brows at him and set one of her legs backward, like she was ready to run at any moment. "Are you…" She looked around to make sure no one was nearby and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Perhaps a demon?"
Azrael paused for a moment before he burst into a fit of laughter. "A demon? Me? Your guess couldn't have been more wrong, milady." He chuckled. "My eyes are gold not silver."
Ashelia seemed to relax a little at his answer. "Then are you a Lycan then?"
