A bony creature veiled in black torn robes and with bright red gleaming eyes stared back at her. “Would he laugh if I said you’re angry because you’re ugly looking?” she whispered to the drawing. “Yes.” She screamed and then caught herself on the first loud note, slapping a hand over her mouth when she noticed Azriel leaning against a shelf, taller than any shadow in the library and just as terrifying. “Really?” she whispered, still breathing a bit hard from the scare. Azriel cocked an eyebrow, seeming confused at her question.
