Chapter 43 Azrael

• Trembling with fear, I slowly made my way out of the condo. My knees felt weak, and I was taken aback when I came face to face with a life-sized plastic statue of Azrael, the angel of death, right as I opened the door.
• I instinctively pushed Lucas's hand away, perhaps He heard my scream.
• "When will you stop this?" I asked him, tears streaming down my face. "How did you even manage to bring this inside?" I questioned again when he didn't respond.