Her eyes flicked up to his, surprise flickering there. But she shook her head quickly, her voice almost a whisper. "He wouldn't like that."
She knew Oliver so we'll…he might have been joking about Alaric the other time but she was sure he meant every single word that left his mouth. And now calling him with another guy's number…although he might not know…but what if he asked. What if he asked where she was?
She wasn't ready to tell him, she was in the same house with four good looking, hot guys. Heaven knows how disappointed he would be or maybe she was just thinking too much about it. Or maybe she was just scared he might notice her attraction towards the guys, if shouws up.
Azrael's gaze lingered on her for a moment, unreadable as ever. Then he straightened, hands slipping into his pockets. "Then I guess he'll just have to wait," he said quietly. "You'll be safe here."
