C133 Thirsty For Blood

HAZEL'S POV

The next morning, the flight to New York was very quiet. None of us said a word to each other, except for a few exchanges between Aziel and Harry. I could tell that Aziel wanted to talk to me, but the look on my face stopped him. I still wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

We had avoided each other the rest of the day yesterday