Eleanor's POV
What I was hearing felt like something out of a movie.
Azael continued, his voice flat. "I only came here to remind you. Your life is ending soon. Use the little time you have left to enjoy it before the Queen takes over."
But I wasn't paying attention to his words anymore. This couldn't be happening. A cold, sharp denial cut through the panic.
"No," I said, the word clear and strong in the strange, pulsing void.
He paused. "What?"
I looked directly at him, the fear hardening into a solid, unbreakable resolve. "I won't let this happen."
Azael stared at me, then let out a low, grating sound of disbelief. "Have you been deaf this whole time? There is nothing you can do. I shouldn't even be meeting you like this, but I did. I took an interest. A spineless, suck-up human turned into a werewolf, an enchantress... growing stronger by the day. Your resilience is... intriguing. But it is pointless."
