Of Fire And Flame

Xavius. “It’s fucking past eight,” I barked at Jace. “There’s no fucking excuse for her not to be home yet.” Jace turned to peer at Azalea, who was wiping down Dante’s fevered skin with a cool cloth. She’d stitched him up and miraculously stabilized him. I wasn’t going to lie. I had my doubts about leaving Dante in her hands. Big doubts. The look on her face when we handed him over to her had me worried. But, none of us knew what to do other than basic care. It was Dante. We weren’t going to risk his life because we had trust issues. Azalea had proved herself greatly useful and I suddenly appreciated having her around. I couldn’t fathom why Dante went out of his way for her. Sure, if the twisted vamp fuck found her we’d all be doomed, but because we had to keep an eye on her didn’t mean we were responsible to make her life better. And I was well aware that Dante felt guilty for failing her. But he made up. He helped her as far as he could, and already redeemed himself as far as I was c