Azriel doesn’t believe he deserves someone as perfect as you. He’s scarred and has done unimaginable inhumane things to people, yet he has you as a mate, a bubbly, perfect, loving fae…

Azriels fears lf not being enough has spread to the face he doesn’t even think his scarred hands deserve to touch your perfect skin…

You and Azriel lay on the sofa in the cling room in the house of wind as he lets his mind run wild about the life he feels you deserve…