Her hand stopped when she noticed the page that had fallen open. Though what she saw was nothing gnarly or ugly or terrifying, she shivered when her eyes fell on the dark drawing of Death. 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.
