Azrael's POV
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Male Dormitory building, 6:13 PM
The moment he stepped into his suite, the door shut behind him. He brushed back his hair, unbuttoning his jacket as his eyes trailed to his balcony doors.
As expected, his suite was unchanged since they left for Montecito. Or… rather, as he'd hoped. For all he knew after this recent murder, the culprit might've chosen to ship the body to his suite.
Play the same sick game they played with Miss Benedicta's body and the notes that followed.
"Clearly trying to frame me," he shook his head with a light laugh. "It makes so much sense actually."
He'd revealed his true nature to Luther just yesterday. They'd barely graced Bloodoak soil when they got welcomed with a new murder mirroring Miss Benedicta's.
Same bite marks. Same lack of magic traces. Same ominous air.
Only this time, a mortal was aware of what he truly was. And was possibly suspecting him.
