[Evil Tink]

Azriel growled, searching the city for Abraxas. "There you are~" Without another word, she disappeared.

Solomon forced Holden onto his back on the bed, putting his hand over Holden's mouth and wrapping this telekinesis around the blood. Abraxas's hold was strong, but he was able to keep it from going down Holden's throat.

Azriel appeared in front of Abraxas and Irith, "So, Irith, what twisted reason did you bring that piece of crap back for?" She pointed to Abraxas with a scowl, "You are perfectly capable of doing all this by yourself."

Irith stood off the wall, narrowing her ice eyes at Azriel, "Well well well, if it isn't Azriel herself...the big bad wolf." She held her knife firm, pointing it at Azriel, "Shall we dance then?"