"There's a mole in this place."
There was a moment of silence between Azazel and me. I held my breath, eyes holding his clear gaze. I wasn't surprised, although it should be surprising. Perhaps that was because I prepared my heart the second Azazel sought to talk to me in private.
"I came to tell you this because I am unsure if I should tell your husband about it," he continued after the prolonged silence. "I mean, as you already know, I am a refugee and a vampire on top of that. Even if this information is true or not, they will see it as a vampire putting a wedge among werewolves."
"You liked the werewolves." I pointed out, causing the space between his brows to furrow. "That is why you're passing the burden on me. Isn't that right?"
Once again, there was nothing but the mild whisper of the wind that caressed our ears. His expression remained cold and aloof, but his silence was enough for an answer.
