Azaria's heart hammered against her ribs as she tried to yank her hand free from the woman's iron grip. The stranger's fingers were like cold steel, unyielding and possessive. A smug, triumphant smile played on the woman's lips as she leaned in closer, her voice was a venomous whisper meant for Azaria alone.
"I can't wait until Aziel sees that I've found you," the woman hissed, her eyes glittering with malice.
