He ran down the stairs as fast as he could and opened the door to the garage. He pressed the button to open the door and virtually jumped onto his motorcycle. He started the ignition and sped out of the garage.
The journey was short at the speeds Azrael was travelling at. He came to a sudden stop outside the school and clicked his fingers. He started breathing heavily; pausing time was a massive drain on magic. He climbed off the motorcycle and ran in.
“Chelsea!” he shouted. “Chelsea!”
“I’m here!” she replied.
Azrael ran towards her voice. She saw him and started to walk towards him but stopped, just staring at him instead. He slowed to a halt.
“Chelsea?” Azrael asked.
He looked at his arms. The tattoos were on full display. He hid them and closed the distance between them.
“What were they?” she asked.
“You’ve seen what I am but you haven’t seen the real me.”
“The real you?”
“My tattoos are who I am. They hold my magic and recharge it. They tell my story. They’re symbolic.”
“Show me properly.”
Azrael revealed the tattoos. Chelsea stroked the wolf on his cheek and the writing across his forehead. The tips of her fingers followed the writing down his face and underneath his shirt. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Then she remembered her dream and pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
Chelsea sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that Skyla was pregnant?”
“I only found out after you’d left the hospital. You had a dream last night?”
“Asmodeus told me you could read my mind. But yes, I did have a dream.”
“Did that really happen?”
“Why?” he asked.
“I want to know.”
“What do you mean?” Chelsea asked him.
“It didn’t happen exactly like that. And Skyla had silver wings, not gold.”
“Then tell me how it happened.”
“Why?! Have I ever asked you about your previous lovers?”
“You don’t need to! You can just read my mind!”
“If you really want to know, I can do one better than just telling you.”
He placed his hand on her forehead and before she could pull away, there was a memory in her head that wasn’t hers. It was Azrael’s.
As soon as it was in her mind, she regretted wanting to know. It filled every gap in her brain until it was all she could think about. It was right in front of her eyes, it was all she could see. She squeezed her eyes tight shut but it did no good. She felt tears running down her cheeks.
“Take it away,” she murmured. “Please take it away.”
And it was gone from her head but what she’d seen remained there.
“You’d never do that with me would you?” she asked sadly.
“I don’t need to.”
Chelsea looked up at him but he wasn’t there. He was sat against the wall with his head in his hands.
“What do you mean?”
He looked up at her. “You’re already pregnant.”