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He narrowed his eyes. “Who?”
Think, think. “Naamah,” I blurted out.
As expected, that made him back off a little. A flicker of some deep emotion cracked his immovable composure, and his eyes darted away.
With whatever was going on between those two, I figured he was unlikely to ask Naamah for confirmation of what I told him, meaning my lie would go unnoticed. It was just a hunch, but I had the distinct impression that he’d be reluctant to talk to her. And even if he did ask her, she’d cover for me, making sure Azrael wouldn’t find out about me and Aziel meeting.
A slight crease appeared between his dark brows as he stared at the floor. “Can you describe what you were thinking of or talking about when you had the headache?”
I bit my lip, recalling the context of the situation and trying to word it in a way that wouldn’t give too much away about the meeting with Aziel. “I was looking at an object and wondering if I’d seen it anywhere before.”
“What was the object?”
I hesitated. “A dagger.”
He seemed to ponder that for a moment.
“Can angels have visions?”
The question was out of my mouth before I could reconsider. For some reason, I dared to ask him, whereas I had balked with Naamah, probably because she might immediately make the connection between my question and the way I’d been “confused” about Aziel reading my mind. And I just wasn’t ready to let her or Aziel know about my theory, not when I still needed to figure this all out for myself. Both of them were too involved with that possible vision—Aziel as the one featured in it, and Naamah because she knew him well and had set up the whole training thing.
Azrael, on the other hand, was a completely neutral party to this. And over the course of our acquaintance, he’d answered all of my sometimes naive inquiries about Heaven and angels and whatnot to the best of his ability and without judgment.
At my question, he whipped up his head and gave me a thoughtful look. “Do you think you are having visions?”
He was sharp; I had to hand it to him.
“Maaaaaaybe,” I said with a small grimace.
“Tell me.”
“Okay, so.” I huffed out a breath, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. “I’ve been having these dreams, like, ever since I can remember, which, as you know, is only as far back as my ascension. Because someone wiped my memory.” I gave him a good side-eye.
“That happens automatically during the transformation,” he said with his usual calm. “It’s not something I do.”
“Right, anywho. These dreams, they always seem to feature the same…person.” I opted for keeping this gender-neutral. The more anonymous I could make my account of my dreams, the better. I did not want Azrael to be able to figure out whom I was talking about.
Infinitesimally, he stood straighter, his focus turning laser-sharp.
“But I never see that person’s face,” I continued. “Like, not really. But I know it’s always the same one. And yesterday…I think I met hi—that person.” Dammit, I’d almost slipped up. I plowed forward, hoping Azrael hadn’t noticed. “And a scene from one of my dreams came true, almost exactly down to the details.”
His eyes widened just the slightest bit. He caught himself quickly, though, his features smoothing out into his regular mask of aloofness. “Who is it? The…person you met?”
I bit the inside of my mouth. “That’s not relevant. It’s not about who I saw, but rather the question of whether that could have been a vision. Is that possible?”
“It would be a unique gift,” he said carefully.
“But it’s possible?”
“It’s not impossible.”
Ha! There! That was as good as a confirmation.
“I would suggest,” Azrael added, “that you wait and see if perhaps more of your dreams come true. As it stands, this may have been a coincidence.”
I saluted him. “All right, then. I’ll be waiting and seeing. Oh, do you think the headaches could be related to this?”
The look he gave me was unfathomable. “That could well be the case.”
