Snippet #1815109

Azrael's golden eyes slid open to meet Rebecca's gaze, surprised by her quiet thanks. It was almost an unfamiliar word inside his vocabulary; he never said it, and it was absolutely never said to him. "My Thanks Azrael for getting Rebecca to safety and.... also my thanks for staying"

His eyes moved to Misery, shocked by her working up the nerve to thank him. He smiled casually and waved his hand, dismissing the words physically, although not mentally. "Don't mention it, babes. You guys are too fun to mess with for me to let you go and die. I'll just hang around a few days and make sure everything is spick and span before leaving you to your own devices," he said, a flicker of worry hidden behind his joking tone. How much longer did he have until the full moon?

He sighed and turned to glance into the back of the van. Yup, they were screwed. Completely. "Herbs, can't you just give me verbal directions? We need all the strength we can get, wearing yourself out now isn't going to do anything. You need to stay strong. . . For your brother. " He growled slightly, glancing away. Don't make the same mistake I did, he said in the privacy of his own mind.