Kill Her Swiftly Chapter 4 - If I was Twice as Nice (Part 2)

To get to the library, you had to go through a maze until you find the door. Enoch set it up that way so that only the ones he chose could find their way through. The ones he did not would find themselves trapped in thousands of dead ends.

I heard that someone had killed themselves out of insanity because they couldn’t find their way out of here.

It was still a mystery of how Azrael got through.

The library was an endless array of tall shelves, each shelf filled with old books. I had always been fascinated with the library. I wanted to sit here and read the enchanting stories of all those who came before me, but I knew I had a task at hand.

I walked down the tall staircases, glancing in each row for Azrael. I didn’t expect him to be in the very last one.

Azrael didn’t look up when I walked up to him. He flipped through the old book he had in his lap, a pen and a spiral notebook beside him.

“Good afternoon,” he said, his voice echoing throughout the vast room. He looked up at me, his green eyes looking very sinister. I didn’t mean for my facial expression to twist in slight disgust. “How is Vincent?”

“He is in the infirmary.” I answered, my voice levelled.

Azrael smiled. “Shame. I was hoping that you would tell me to get ready for a funeral.”

He looked back down to his book.

I didn’t react.

“I would have never expected you to be here,” I said and glared down at him. “I didn’t know you could read.” Azrael turned the page, unaffected by my words.

“You learn something new every day.”

“It seems you are learning stuff right now. Do you mind if I ask what?” Azrael slammed the book shut.

“Yes, I do mind. You shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business, Loki. You could get hurt.” he opened the bag beside him and started to shove some books in.

“It pains me to say that you are my brother. Your business is my business.” Azrael stood up with other books in his hand. He started to shove them in random spots on the shelves. I wanted to stab him. Enoch spent a millennium keeping the books in order.

“Even family members have secrets. Besides, you and I both know I’m not really a Ravenwood.”

“Legally, you are.” he glanced at me.

“But mentally, I’m not.” I rolled my shoulders. Eira was right. He was planning something. Maybe not just against me. Could it be against the Ravenwoods also?

“You do not possess a stable mind, Azrael. You are a Ravenwood and will be from now until further notice. Whatever you do to us will affect your name, also.” Azrael’s smile disappeared.

“Need I remind you that you were a Middleton?”

I fell silent.

A slow grin spread across his face.

“Do I disturb you, Loki?” He asked, coming closer. I unconsciously stepped back. Azrael laughed.

"You're lucky I'm being nice to you." My voice shook with anger. “If I was twice as nice, you would live to see your sixteenth birthday.” I turned away from him.

“Watch your back, Loki.” Azrael spoke up. “And tell Sirius to watch his, too.”